Roy Lewis had thought that he would have to endure a few more sarcastic remarks from the old man before his mood improved upon his return.
However, his son's small bouquet of flowers managed to defuse a potentially bad situation.
The old man, holding the bouquet from his great-grandson, had a grin that nearly reached his ears.
Holding the little boy's hand, he walked into the room with strides even more powerful than usual.
The butler quietly gave Timothy a thumbs-up, then whispered to Roy Lewis.
"It seems that Young Master's new teacher has been quite effective in guiding him."
Hearing Richelle Dunn's name, a smile appeared in Roy's eyes.
"Yes, thanks to her, Timmy is finally starting to act like a child."
Perhaps, without Richelle's presence, his son would have followed in his footsteps - studying, studying, and studying some more. Then, after growing up to a certain extent, he would take over the Lewis Group and the Lewis family, becoming a workaholic just like him.
