Liberty got up and walked toward the room. She pushed the door open and found the child on the bed, watching videos with the fan turned on. He was laughing from time to time too.
“Sonny!”
Liberty walked over in large strides and snatched the phone back.
Sonny sat up and raised his head to look at his mother. His big eyes gleamed. He timidly said, Mom, I-I just played for a while. I was really on a call with Aunt Ser just now.”
Liberty put the phone back into her pocket and lifted him off the bed. She lectured him, “From now on, your calls with Aunt Ser must be made before me. No more hiding in the room.”
With just a slip of her attention, the child managed to get his hands on the phone.
Sonny walked out while muttering, “Aunt Ser and I have secrets to talk about. You can’t listen to the secrets.”
Liberty was not sure whether to laugh or cry.
The boy was becoming more like a miniature adult.
“You’re on the phone all the time too. Why can’t play on the phone?” Sonny asked.
With a glare from Liberty, he immediately jogged to Duncan’s side and hid beside him. He even hugged Duncan’s leg.
Sonny was treating Duncan as his supporter.
Sonny treated Duncan as his backer. That act, which showed his trust, made Duncan happy. He grinned and Liberty was speechless.
“Dunc, Mom glared at me.”
Sonny even tattled.
Duncan lifted Sonny with a smile. He asked him, “Think about why she glared at you. I’m standing here, but she didn’t glare at me but you. What can be the reason for this?”
Liberty walked over.
Sonny glanced at his mother and said obediently, “I played on the phone after calling Aunt Ser. Mom snatched my phone away.”
“That’s not your phone. It’s Mom’s.”
Sonny’s big eyes shone. He dared not argue over it because the phone indeed belonged to Mom.
“I asked why Mom could be on the phone, but I couldn’t. She glared at me afterward.”
Sonny’s voice gradually got softer. He knew that playing on the phone was wrong too.
Duncan said gently, “You’re still young. Being on the phone too often will hurt your eyes and cause short–sightedness. Your mom is doing this for your own good.
“She doesn’t usually play on the phone either. She uses it to communicate with other people.”
Sonny remained silent.
After some time, he asked, “When can I play on the phone, Dunc?”
“You can have it for about ten minutes occasionally. Of course, not using it is the best. You can read or play with your Lego. You’ve finished assembling the Lego I bought for you, right? I’ll buy a few more sets for you next time.”
Sonny nodded. “Okay.”
He wiggled and slipped to the ground from Duncan’s arms. He walked past the table back to Liberty’s side and hugged her leg. He raised his handsome face and said, “I’m sorry, Mom. I won’t use the phone secretly anymore.”
Liberty bent down and hugged her son. “I’m not angry anymore. I forgive you.”
Sonny returned the hug. “I love you so much, Mom.”
Liberty laughed. “I love you a lot too.
“Go and play. I still have some ravioli to make.”
Liberty stood up. After glancing at her son, she continued preparing the ravioli.
As Duncan helped her, he said, “You’ve taught Sonny well.”
“A child’s education should start early. Sonny is a happy kid with so many people doting on him. If
I don’t teach him in time, he’ll become a spoiled child.”
Duncan smiled and said, “Sonny is adorable and affable. Everyone’s drawn to him naturally once they see him and shower him with love. However, we’ll also correct him and educate him if he makes a mistake. Don’t worry. We won’t spoil him rotten.”
Liberty looked toward him and smiled without saying a word.
The people around her were financially wealthy and well–educated. They were extremely well- mannered.
They did dote on Sonny but did not spoil him.
Ring, ring…
Duncan’s phone rang.
He finished trimming a few ravioli before taking his phone out to pick up the call.
“Where did you go again, Duncan?”
Mrs. Lewis’s inquisitive tone resounded from the phone.
“I asked where you went. I’m in your office. It’s working hours, but you’re neither in the office nor the building. Where have you gone? Don’t tell me you went to business meetings. Your secretary is still here.
“Did you go looking for Liberty again? How many times have I told you? Liberty is not suitable for you. She’s a divorced woman with a three–year–old child. That child is even a son. You may be willing to raise a son for someone else, but I don’t want to be that child’s grandmother!
“Besides raising someone else’s son, you’ll have to buy a house and car and get a wife for him. His father won’t contribute anything and will laugh at you for being a doormat. Duncan, there are so many young, pretty ladies in Wiltspoon. Any one of them will be better than Liberty.”
Mrs. Lewis was about to be angered to death by her son.
He would not listen to her at all.
Mrs. Lewis’s words grew increasingly harsh.
Duncan said in a deep voice, “You don’t have to worry about my matters. I’ll take charge of my life. I’m not like my brothers.”
After speaking, he ended the call.
Mrs. Lewis was exasperated.
She paced around in Duncan’s office. The secretary watched her cautiously and dared not even let out a breath.
After walking back and forth several times, Mrs. Lewis went to the sofa and took her bag. She told the secretary, “Go on with your work. I’m leaving.”
The secretary said respectfully, “I’ll escort you down.”
Mrs. Lewis said as she walked outside, “There’s no need for that.”
The secretary still escorted her to the elevator. He watched Mrs. Lewis enter the elevator and only left after the doors closed. He quickly sent a message to Duncan.
“Mr. Lewis, your mother may be on her way to you.
It was evident from Mrs. Lewis’s furious look that she would not let it slide. The secretary was willing to bet that Mrs. Lewis was definitely on her way to Ms. Hunt’s place to look for their CEO.
Everyone in Lewis & Co. knew that Duncan was wooing Liberty.
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