Duncan turned to look at her and said, “What do you take me for? I’ve even slept on a bench in a park before. Those were my rebellious days.”
Liberty knew Duncan was rebellious during his teenage days. He would do all sorts of things with his friends. His turning point came when his grandmother died of sickness. After that, he turned over a new leaf and worked hard to establish Lewis & Co.
More than ten years had passed since then. Duncan rarely mentioned his past to Liberty because it reminded him of his grandmother.
He was the apple of his grandmother’s eye. He was also the youngest among his brothers, the one whom most people adored most.
Sonny used to be afraid of the scar on Duncan’s face. Duncan thought of removing the scar through treatments but decided against it in the end. He mentioned that the scar would serve as a reminder that his disobedience had caused his grandmother to fall ill and pass away.
He felt guilty.
“I’m not picky about accommodations. Besides, a room like this is good enough.”
Duncan admitted that he usually lived in presidential suites during business trips.
He was rich and single anyway. Why else did he earn so much money if not for his indulgence?
“Do you want to rest now?”
“I can just use that sofa.”
Duncan pointed to a sofa placed by the window.
Liberty pushed the wheelchair over. When she was about to help him move, he refused and said, “I can stand on my own. I’m still capable of walking short distances.”
He did not feel as much pain in his legs after going for rehabilitation and practicing walking a few steps every day. However, his legs could not bear walking any further than that. They would get so painful that he could not stand and he would fall.
His legs were covered in bruises because of the falls.
Duncan hid the bruises from everyone by wearing long pants every day so they would not feel sad for him.
He did not need anyone’s sympathy.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I love listening to your nagging, Liberty. It makes me feel happy.”
Usually, Liberty would only nag at Serenity.
The people she cared about most were Serenity and Sonny. Since Sonny was young and did not require much nagging, Liberty loved nagging at Serenity like a mother.
She was a sister but also a motherly figure to Serenity.
Liberty had indeed taken up the responsibility of a mother for Serenity.
“Do you hate my nagging?”
“No. I love listening to you nagging me.”
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