The three children had dinner with Roy Lewis at the hospital, went for a walk, and were then driven home by Parker.
When the children left, the ward suddenly quieted down.
Richelle Dunn had spent a day at the Lewis Group and was somewhat nervous. Upon returning, she was also chattered by the three little ones for a while.
Now that it was quiet, she couldn't help but pinch her brow and let out a sigh.
Roy was still sitting in his wheelchair, seeing her like this, he reached out, hugged her and gently patted her back.
"Did you get too tired?"
Richelle shook her head, "Not really tired, but the high-pressure work environment made me nervous. Now that I'm relaxed, I feel like I've survived a catastrophe."
Roy held her shoulders and pushed her slightly away, he leaned down and kissed her pityingly on the lips.
"If it's too hard, don't go. Those old guys are just restless and not afraid of death. They like to bounce around in front of me occasionally."
