Richelle Dunn snapped at Roy Lewis and still couldn't let go of her anger, muttering another curse in her heart.
Roy's original intention was to remind her to be more professional, but instead, he was met with a mouthful of farts from her.
He frowned, giving Richelle a cold stare.
"Richelle Dunn, as far as I remember, I haven't offended you, right?"
After spending a few days together, he had already understood that Richelle was not someone who would simply swallow her pride.
Her words earlier were filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if he had just taken a million dollars from her.
Richelle didn't want to bother with him and lowered her head to look at her phone.
Reason told her not to argue with Roy, but she couldn't face him with a smile when she thought of the possible hardships her son had suffered in the past, which she couldn't witness.
At least, not for half an hour.
Richelle was not a person who would swallow her pride, but after being slapped by reality too many times, she needed a few minutes to half an hour of willfulness whenever she had to bow down to it.
Roy believed that he was already gentlemanly and tolerant enough towards Richelle, but to his surprise, she still dared to show displeasure at him.
Throughout his life, except for his precious son, nobody else had dared to be so arrogant as Richelle, repeatedly pushing his tolerance to the limits.
He wore a cold expression on his face and wordlessly got up, preparing to have breakfast.
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Anyone who could ring it here was likely a familiar face.
Could it be that Kiara Dunn had pursued them relentlessly?
But yesterday, he had already instructed the security at the main entrance not to let the Dunns in without his permission.
Soon, James Lewis, who had rushed in excitedly, resolved Roy's doubts.
James had been kicked by Richelle yesterday and was carried into the ward by several doctors. The doctors said they were giving him an analgesic injection; however, after the injection, he slept until late at night. Regardless of his threats or curses, no one was willing to confess who was the little intern doctor that had almost crippled him.
He called Roy, but no one answered. Ultimately, he was forced to stay in the hospital overnight. Once he could barely get out of bed and walk on his own, he ran to find Mr. Chapman.
Mr. Chapman, like the other doctors, claimed that there was no such doctor in the hospital. When James demanded to see the surveillance footage, he was told that he could not as ICU was strictly off-limits, and only the actual hospital manager and police could access the footage.
James was so infuriated that his lungs were about to explode, so he had to bear the pain and come looking for Roy to get an explanation.
He couldn't believe that he, the third master of the Lewis household, had actually been trampled on by a mere intern doctor.
Upon entering and seeing Roy's bruised face, he hesitated for a moment, "Roy, your face..."
Roy interrupted him calmly, "It's an accident. What's up?"
James's anger surged, "Roy, you really need to manage the people in your hospital."
He was so engrossed in complaining to Roy that he paid no attention to the person sitting on the single sofa across the living room. "Those bastards are really out of line, offending your third uncle for a mere intern, Roy, you need to clarify this."
That's when Roy realized why James had been calling him the night before. He had been playing chess with his precious son and had promised to spend the entire evening with him, so he had turned off his phone's ringtone and focused entirely on entertaining the little guy until nearly ten o'clock.
"An intern doctor? Who is it?"
Roy, although the actual head of the hospital, had left the majority of day-to-day operations to Mr. Chapman and several deputy deans, only giving his opinions on significant decisions.
As a result, let alone an intern doctor, he could only remember the highly skilled full-time doctors.
Richelle, who had seen James when the man entered but had chosen to stay quiet until now, looked up at him.
"I suppose you're referencing me as the intern doctor?"
Richelle didn't expect the lecherous old man to turn out to be Roy's uncle.
Disgusting!
Roy Lewis frowned as he looked over and wondered, why was she everywhere?
"What's going on?"
He looked at Richelle Dunn and then at James Lewis.
James Lewis also looked at Richelle Dunn.
Today, Richelle was wearing a light blue long sweater with tight jeans, her curly hair casually draped over her shoulders, looking completely different from the white coat and ponytail she wore yesterday.
James Lewis took a serious look and finally confirmed that it was her.
His gaze shifted from Richelle's face to Roy's face, and then he sneered, pretending to be enlightened.
"Ah... no wonder this little doctor is so arrogant, everyone in the hospital protects her. Turns out, she's your little lover."
James Lewis's expression was filled with disdain and provocation.
Before Roy could figure out what was going on, Richelle coldly replied to James Lewis.
"Yesterday, I really should have kicked your disgusting mouth dumb too!"
James Lewis chuckled strangely, pointing at her and saying to Roy, "Roy, you're impressive, being able to put up with this foul-mouthed woman's temper."
Clearly an outsider who was forcefully dragged into the situation, Roy kept a straight face and clarified to James Lewis.
"Dr. Dunn is a highly paid specialist at the hospital and also my private doctor. Don't assume all men are like you, with their brains in their legs."
James Lewis didn't believe him.
"Roy, this little lady is yours, just admit it to Uncle and it'll be fine. As an elder, I naturally won't make things difficult for your little lover. Right?"
Roy's face darkened, "James Lewis, have you had enough?"
From the conversation between James Lewis and Richelle, Roy had already vaguely pieced together the situation. Even if he didn't have much affection for Richelle, he knew very well what kind of person his uncle was.
As for Richelle, although her character was arrogant and conceited, she wasn't one to make trouble or offend people everywhere. But with her bold personality, she would dare to fight anyone who provoked her, even the godfather!
James Lewis saw that his nephew was clearly leaning toward the woman, and he was both annoyed and unwilling to accept it.
"Roy, this isn't my fault. This woman almost crippled me yesterday. Since she's your person, give your Uncle an explanation. How should we settle this?"
Roy and Richelle both glanced at his groin, and then, in unison, asked him, "How do you think we should settle it?"
Just a moment ago, the two people, who had silently sworn to ignore each other, exchanged strange glances when they heard each other's identical remarks, then turned their eyes away.
James Lewis laughed, "Look at how in tune you two are. Fine, since she's your lover, Uncle won't stand in the way. I'll let her off the hook today, but she has to kneel down in front of me, kowtow three times, and say sorry."
Without waiting for Roy's response, Richelle was amused by him.
"You old beast, do you think my face is easy to bully? You want me to kneel down and kowtow? Fine, go die right now, and maybe I'll consider it. I only kowtow to the dead."
James Lewis was so angered by Richelle that he almost had a heart attack on the spot. He pointed at Richelle and advised Roy.
"Roy, look at the terrible temper of this woman! Today she's dumping on me, tomorrow she'll dare to dump on you! If not for yourself, think about Timmy! With such a malicious stepmother, won't Timmy's tender skin be tormented to death?"
If he hadn't mentioned Timmy, it would have been fine. But as soon as he did, Richelle thought of her son's pitiful look when he complained about the Lewis family's devilish elders.
Originally, she had kicked this old lecher once, and considered the matter with him settled.
Unexpectedly, he came whining in front of her and tried to provoke her. Since he was asking for it...
She had to take care of this beast in human skin on behalf of her precious son.