Duncan felt sympathy for Liberty, but he didn’t want to bring her down. He said coldly, “I’ve made my offer: $600,000. That’s double what my mother gave you. Leave now, immediately! Get out of my sight!”

“Mr. Lewis, I don’t want your $600,000. Mrs. Lewis invited me to work here. That’s a steady income, while what you’re offering is a one-time payment, which puts me at a disadvantage. If you were to give me $600,000 monthly for nothing, I would feel embarrassed to accept it. I’d rather work and earn my money, so I can spend it with a clear conscience.”

Duncan’s expression darkened. “A steady income? Are you planning to work for the rest of your life?”

“Mr. Lewis, at your current attitude, I think I might just have to work for life.”

Duncan replied, “I will improve! I will definitely get better!”

Liberty smiled. “Mr. Lewis, that depends on your willingness to cooperate with the treatment. If you continue this way, I doubt you’ll be able to stand again. Imagine sitting in a wheelchair in your next life—it would be difficult to go out or do anything. When someone pushes you upstairs, you wouldn’t even be able to come down on your own. Just thinking about that scenario makes me feel sorry for you.

Mr. Lewis, you have always been so spirited. Are you really willing to live like that?”

Duncan fell silent, his expression dark.

He knew he could be cured; who wouldn’t want that?

The issue was that the doctors were uncertain about his full recovery. They hadn’t claimed he wouldn’t recover, just that the process would take longer than expected.

Thinking about years of rehabilitation drained Duncan of his confidence.

Liberty asked, “Mr. Lewis, are you hungry? Would you like some soup?”

Duncan remained silent for a long time before responding angrily, “My mother spent $10,000 a day to—”

“Are you asking me to take care of you by just sending soup every day? No food, no vegetables—this is your idea of care? When will I get better?”

“Mr. Lewis, your willingness to eat makes things easier.” Liberty promptly exited the ward.

Mrs. Lewis and Mr. Lewis were waiting outside. When they saw Liberty coming out, they assumed she could no longer tolerate their son’s bad temper and had left in frustration.

Mrs. Lewis stood up to greet Liberty but was at a loss for words.

“Your fourth young master wants to eat; one of you should go out and get him some fast food,” Liberty instructed.

Mrs. Lewis interpreted this as Liberty ordering her bodyguards to fetch fast food.

The food delivered by the family had been thrown away when Duncan lost his temper. The person who brought him food that day was his older brother, but Duncan had overturned the meal in front of him. Angered, older brother Lewis had nearly scolded him, but Mrs. Lewis intervened, pushing him out of the ward to prevent further conflict between the brothers.

Mrs. Lewis was fiercely protective of Duncan. No matter how he behaved, she tolerated his actions and shielded him from any criticism.

“I’ll go; I’ll do it right away,” one bodyguard replied and promptly left to get fast food.

Finally, the Fourth Young Master was willing to eat.

Mrs. Lewis was overjoyed and asked Liberty, “Liberty, is Duncan really willing to eat? He hasn’t eaten anything but the soup you brought yesterday and is still hungry.”

“Thank God, he’s finally willing to eat! Liberty, thank you so much,” she exclaimed, taking Liberty’s hand and expressing her gratitude repeatedly.

She felt she had finally made the right decision.

“Mrs. Lewis, you’re welcome. We all want Mr. Lewis to recover quickly,” Liberty replied.

Mrs. Lewis…

She nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for Liberty in her heart.