On the first day of Roy Lewis's business trip, Richelle Dunn's daily routine remained the same as usual: going to the hospital in the morning and returning to the Lewis Group in the afternoon.
After work, she picked up the three children and went home together.
At dinner, the family watched Roy Lewis on television, representing the Federation, shaking hands and having cordial talks with leaders of other countries.
"I've decided to cross off the option of becoming president!"
Timmy, who had been enthusiastic not long ago, now looked rather disgusted.
Richelle could roughly understand his feelings, but she still asked with a smile.
"Why, didn't you think it was quite prestigious?"
Timmy shook his head, "No, I don't want my future baby to be as miserable as us!"
Richelle found it even more amusing, but she dared not laugh.
"Are you guys miserable?"
