Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu's Passionate Pursuit

Chapter 302: Chapter 298: Are you just a bed warmer for Mo Nian?

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Richelle Dunn gently closed the door and followed Uncle Axel, who didn’t entirely agree with her approach, downstairs.Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novelenglish.net . Fir(e).nᴇt

“Dr. Dunn…”

Uncle Axel wanted to persuade her further, but Richelle Dunn shook her head at him, “Uncle Axel, it’s alright, I can handle it.”

As soon as she walked down the stairs and looked up, she saw two men in their fifties and a woman in her early fifties sitting in the living room. All three of them were dressed very elegantly and wore serious expressions on their faces.

It was clear that these three people were the elders who had come to cause trouble for Roy Lewis.

When Timmy saw them enter, he deliberately took his siblings away to play, ignoring the elders with their arrogant attitudes.

Seeing Richelle Dunn come down, Timmy quickly ran over from the back hall near the balcony, “Mommy!”

He held her hand, and his small body stood in front of her, whispering words of encouragement and support.

“Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you!”

Richelle was moved in her heart, rubbing his head and softly laughing.

“Baby, Mommy is not that weak! You can continue to play with your brother and sister!”

But Timmy insisted on accompanying her to the living room. Seeing the three elders, he didn’t bother greeting them. With a cold face, he said to them,

“This is my Mommy. If you dare to be disrespectful to her, I’ll complain to Grandpa Clarkson!”

Timmy had been growing more and more favored by the old man over the past year. Everyone in the Lewis family knew this.

Elizabeth Lewis, who was relatively close to Roy, waved Timmy over.

“Hmph, Timmy, you little kid, how do you talk to your grandparents and Aunt Elizabeth like that?”

She glanced at Richelle with a hint of disdain, “Disrespectful and without manners. It’s true that you grew up without a mother… poor thing…”

“I have a Mommy, so I’m not pitiful!”

Timmy yelled at her, trying to use his small body to protect Richelle Dunn behind him.

Richelle rubbed his head again to comfort him, then smiled and nodded to the several elders who had obviously come to confront her and Timothy and Tifanny.

“Hello, I am Timmy’s mother and the mother of his younger siblings, Richelle Dunn.”

With a smile on her face, she quietly observed the reactions of the elders.

Uncle Axel, who had tried to persuade her earlier without success, had to give her a hasty rundown of the personalities of the aunts and uncles downstairs.

Upon encountering them, Richelle couldn’t help but sigh that those who could survive in the Lewis family were truly shrewd people.

Uncle Axel told her that Aunt Elizabeth’s relationship with Master Lewis was only superficially peaceful but had actually reached the breaking point. As for the two uncles, their faces were torn with Master Lewis and there was no affection or respect left to speak of.

As for Aunt Elizabeth, who had just spoken, she was smiling on her face, but her words were very cutting. It was probably because she thought Timmy was too young to understand the sarcasm in her words, and secondly, she wanted to make it clear to Richelle that she was giving her a hard time.

As for uncles Sebastian Lewis and Aldo Lewis, they did not hide their contempt and disgust for Richelle Dunn from the moment they saw her.

Richelie’s dealings with people were based on the principle of courtesy first and then confrontation. After greeting them with a smile, she didn’t look at Sebastian and Aldo, but turned her head with a smiling face to Elizabeth.

“Madam, my son’s upbringing is none of your business. After all, seeing your harsh demeanor, even if he were starving, you would only clap your hands and cheer from the sidelines, never giving him the slightest help, because he’s your nephew’s son. So, you don’t need to envy, be jealous, or hate our family for the wonderful life we’re enjoying now because we wouldn’t share a bit of it with you either!”

Elizabeth originally intended to show Richelle, whose history was unclear to her, some dominance, especially since she didn’t dare to do anything to Roy in front of him.

Unexpectedly, this beautiful and delicate-looking woman had a mouth just as sharp as her nephew Roy’s.

However, as the fifth lady of the Lewis family, Elizabeth was naturally no easy pushover.

She raised her head with a face full of disdain and contempt and cursed.

“Richelle Dunn, who do you think you are? You’re nothing more than a helper to keep Roy’s bed warm. Putting on airs?”

When Timmy heard Elizabeth curse his mother, his face turned black on the spot.

Without waiting for Richelle to respond, the little boy picked up a cup full of tea from the coffee table and threw it at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was looking at Richelle with a smug face, but she didn’t expect a shadow to suddenly fly in front of her. By the time she tried to dodge, it was too late.

With a “thud,” the tea-filled cup hit her head, splashing water on her face and hair.

A large bump immediately appeared on her forehead where the cup had struck.

She covered her head and rushed over like a madwoman, “Timmy Lewis! What are you doing?! How dare you throw that at me?! I am your aunt!”

Richelle quickly pulled her eldest son behind her, and with a deft movement, she tripped Elizabeth, who ended up kneeling in front of her.

Looking down at her, Richelle said, “Madam, why can’t my son throw that at you? He did it because you have a foul mouth and insult people. Instead of acting like a proper lady of the Lewis family, you choose to behave like a shrew from the streets and barge into other people’s homes to hurl insults, then blame your faults on a child. You people are the ones who have disgraced the Lewis family!”

Richelle’s voice wasn’t loud, and she didn’t rush her words, but none of them were easy on the ears!