“I don’t want to go home. When I return, I have to face my mother’s guilt-ridden expression, which puts me in a bad mood,” Duncan admitted honestly.
He didn’t blame his mother; he knew it was his own fault. He crashed the car because he was driving too fast. Yet, his mother constantly blamed herself, believing it was her responsibility that led to his accident.
When Duncan first learned about his injuries, he struggled to accept the reality, and his frustration only heightened his mother’s feelings of guilt.
“I understand Mrs. Lewis’s guilt. Regardless of her being your mother or not, anyone would feel the same way. You should talk to her more; it will help her,” someone suggested.
The one who untied the bell must also retie it; this was a problem between mother and son.
No amount of outside commentary would change that.
Duncan said, “I’ve told you, I don’t blame my mother. But seeing her feel guilty, blame herself, and secretly cry every day irritates me. That’s why I come out to relax, even if it means just sitting with you all day.”
The main issue was his disability, which had worsened his temper.
When his mother reacted this way, Duncan would lose his cool and take it out on his parents, leaving them even more upset. This cycle made things difficult for the entire family. By stepping out, perhaps his parents could find a bit of relief.
Duncan said, “Liberty, you have your work to do. I can just sit here.”
Liberty smiled and replied, “Then I’ll get back to work. If you need anything, just call me.”
Duncan responded, “Just let my bodyguard come in. You focus on your job and don’t worry about me. I’m just an idler who can’t sit still anymore.”
After being discharged from the hospital, he hadn’t even returned to Lewis & Co. He simply wasn’t in the mood.
He had not yet attended to his company. Once he acknowledged this and accepted his situation, regardless of his mobility, he would return to the company, resume management, and become a president in a wheelchair. Liberty followed his instructions and allowed the bodyguards to come in and look after Duncan while she focused on her work.
…
At Queen Enterprise in Jensburg, Kevin’s car pulled up at the gate, and he called Hayden. After Hayden answered, Kevin said, “Mr. Queen, could you step outside for a moment? I have something for you.”
Hayden frowned, wondering if Kevin didn’t have to work every day. While Kevin was free, Hayden had a busy schedule.
“Mr. York, I’m currently in a meeting,” Hayden replied in a low voice. “I can’t step out right now. What’s going on? You can come in and discuss it.”
Kevin smiled and replied, “Mr. Queen, I apologize for the interruption. Please attend to your meeting, and I’ll bring in the gift I’ve prepared for you.”
At this, Hayden’s eyelids flickered. Keeping his composure, he asked quietly, “Mr. York, what’s the occasion for this gift?”
Kevin explained that she had helped him, and he owed her a favor, which he wanted to repay. Just the day before, on Sunday, Hayden had given Kevin the opportunity to return the favor by inviting her to dinner. They had settled that matter, so what gift could he possibly be referring to?
Hayden felt a twinge of annoyance toward Kevin, thinking he was being overly persistent.
“There’s no special reason; I just want to give it to you. Mr. Queen, please focus on your work, and I’ll drive into your company now,” Kevin said before hanging up the phone.