Cupid’s Arrow Hit On Me

Duncan couldn’t walk on the ground, and she just pushed him out to relax, lest he lie on
the bed every day with a very bad temper.
Duncan, who had been in the hospital for another month, saw that he was still unable to
stand up, and his temper became more and more irritable. He always felt that he would
never recover, and even wanted to drive Liberty away, so that Liberty would not need to
take care of him.
He even said that he was willing to give Liberty $600,000 a month, as long as Liberty
didn’t appear in front of him.
He also felt sorry for Liberty’s tiredness. Liberty had only taken care of him for more
than a month, and he had lost a lot of weight. He still didn’t know when he would get
better.
For the past two days, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and Liberty pushed him
downstairs to relax in the open space in front of the inpatient department. Only then did
Duncan restrain his temper a little.
Liberty pushed Duncan towards the elevator entrance.

When they arrived at the elevator door, the elevator door just opened. Mrs. Lewis and
Mr. Lewis came out of the elevator. Seeing Liberty pushing their son, Mrs. Lewis
stepped forward quickly.
“Liberty, is Duncan going to have an examination?”
Mrs. Lewis was carrying two insulated lunch boxes, and Mr. Lewis was also holding a
large bag and a small bag. The insulated lunch box contained tonic soup, and one was
for Duncan, another one was for Liberty to drink.
Liberty lost a lot of weight, and Mrs. Lewis also saw it. She was distressed and guilty.
After one month, she paid Liberty $300,000, but Liberty did not accept her salary.
Liberty said She was repaying Duncan’s debt of favor.
But the two of them had to act together, making Duncan think that Liberty really took
care of him for money. No matter how he chased Liberty away, Liberty said that she
needed to make money, and she was a fool if she had money, which made Duncan
helpless.
He wanted to force Liberty out, but he couldn’t walk, so he could only stare at Liberty,
and Liberty was not afraid of his stare, which made Duncan hate himself even more for
being unable to walk.
“Auntie, don’t worry, it’s not for an examination, it’s because Mr. Lewis is in a bad mood.
I want to push him downstairs to relax.” Liberty added, “Auntie, do you want to go
together?”
Mrs. Lewis: “Okay.”
Mrs. Lewis handed an insulated lunch box to her husband, and said, “Take these things
back to the ward. Liberty and I will go downstairs with Duncan to relax.”
Mr. Lewis took the insulated lunch box and said to Liberty gently: “Liberty, thank you for
your hard work.”
Duncan took his father’s words, “High income is naturally accompanied by hard work.
Dad, do you think it’s easy to make money? If she thinks it’s hard work, she doesn’t