Roy Lewis had initially mentioned this to Richelle Dunn, but his initial plan was to quickly find a suitable nursery for his son, and the request for Richelle to take care of his son wouldn't have been for too long.
However, after consulting with relevant professionals, he realized that finding a suitable school for his son in Kindur was nearly impossible.
And Richelle's proposal obviously alleviated his worries.
Nevertheless, having learned from previous lessons, Roy Lewis had become more cautious about his son's issues.
"Before coming to Kindur, did Timothy and Tifanny attend kindergarten?"
According to Mr. Chapman, Richelle is South Asian, and her children were born in South Asia.
"They attended for a week but couldn't adapt; their reactions were similar to Timmy's. After consulting with professionals, I decided to teach them at home like this." Richelle was very anxious. She wanted to seize this opportunity to legitimately see her eldest son and have the three siblings together, but she was also worried that Roy might find out something, so she chose her words very carefully.
"Of course, if Mr. Lewis is not reassured, I can take a test at the Kindur Teaching Center. If I pass, then you can make your decision."
Although Roy felt that Timothy and Tifanny were well-educated, he was skeptical of Richelle's teaching method. When she proposed a compromise, he nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I will arrange for you to take the teaching qualification test as soon as possible."
Richelle was not worried about the test at all.
After all, to educate her children properly, she had spent six months mastering all education-related subjects and became a devoted mother with perfect scores.
"Alright."
Roy glanced at the items in the living room only to find that the number of small stools had increased from two to three since his last visit. The quantities of other items, such as cups and small pillows, had also increased from two to three.
From this perspective, Richelle probably would treat the three children fairly, without favoring her own children.
Seeing Roy inspecting the room, Richelle worried that he might discover something if he looked too closely, so she reminded him.
"Mr. Lewis, aren't you here to pick up Timmy? Let me get him for you."
Roy continued to scrutinize the small living room, "No rush, let's have dinner before we leave."
Richelle was more than happy to have her eldest son stay for dinner, but not necessarily with Roy's company.
"Mr. Lewis, given your current physical condition, it would be better if you go back and rest early."
However, Roy was determined to stay, "I'll go back after dinner, it won't affect my rest."
Having experienced Roy's stubbornness, Richelle knew that she couldn't persuade him, so she reluctantly went to the kitchen to make him tea and asked Mrs. Walker to prepare an extra portion of food.
Mrs. Walker had been in this house for several days and had not seen any guests besides Timmy.
"Alright, who is it? A friend of yours?"
Richelle sighed, "Timmy's dad..."
Mrs. Walker was surprised, "Timmy's dad? He came over?"
"Not exactly, he's just picking up Timmy and staying for dinner."
Mrs. Walker was concerned, "Do I need to be cautious about anything?" Considering the situation Richelle had explained, it wasn't easy, and Mrs. Walker didn't want to harm Richelle's family by accidentally saying the wrong thing.
Richelle apologized and patted her shoulder, "If he really asks anything, just say you don't know."
Based on Richelle's understanding of Roy, he was unlikely to pry into other people's private affairs. Nevertheless, they had to be prepared.
Otherwise, if they accidentally exposed Timothy and Tifanny, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Richelle walked out with the tea. Roy Lewis, who was standing at the balcony, casually strolled back.
"You still haven't gathered enough for the down payment?"
Richelle was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was referring to the US$ 136,700 compensation from Edbert.
"I'm still considering it!"
Roy sat down and took a sip of the tea that Richelle had prepared for him.
"This place is too old and run-down. It's not good for the children's physical and mental development."
His tone was calm, and his expression was peaceful, but his words were full of criticism and arrogance.
Richelle frowned, "Mr. Lewis, I doubt there are many people in the Federation who can offer their children a playroom as big as a soccer field like you can, yet I haven't seen other children suffering physically or mentally! In my opinion, the most important thing for a child's growth is companionship and love; as long as their basic material needs are met, it's enough."
She had indeed considered buying or renting a better house. But it was a common parental trait to want to provide the best for their children to the best of their abilities.
However, she didn't believe that living in this old and run-down house would have any adverse effects on the three children's physical and mental development.
Roy was unaware of Richelle's displeasure and only insisted on his point of view.
"This living room is less than twenty square meters, right? With Timothy, Tifanny, and Timmy, the three children can't even run around in here while playing a game."
Roy thought he was just stating facts, but he didn't realize that his inquisitive expression and condescending tone resembled an employer giving commands to his subordinates, filling the air with a sense of superiority.
Richelle didn't want to argue with him, but his condescending tone made living and learning here seem like a hardship.
"Mr. Lewis, by your logic, your mansion is huge, even Timmy's bedroom is two or three times larger than mine. Yet Timmy is clearly happier here than in your mansion. How do you explain that?"
Richelle was genuinely getting angry, so her tone became sharper, and she started to speak recklessly.
Only then did Roy realize that his words had upset Richelle.
"Dr. Dunn, I didn't mean to offend you."
Richelle rolled her eyes, thinking, 'No offense? What, do you have to point a gun at me to be considered offensive?'
If Timmy weren't her precious son, she would have kicked this annoying man out and sent him off with a sentence.
'Master Lewis, you are too noble for me to take in!'