Chapter 1696

Seeing the York brothers walking over, the Lewis family’s bodyguards‘ heads hurt.

“Mr. York.”

The bodyguards bit the bullet and stepped forward to stop Zachary and the others from advancing. One of them said apologetically, “Mr. York, Mr. Duncan doesn’t want to meet you all. Please leave.”

They did not want to be put in a difficult spot.

Zachary said with a deep voice, “Is Duncan awake?”

“He is, but he doesn’t have an appetite and refuses breakfast. Whether the food was delivered from home or Ms. Liberty, he wouldn’t eat it. He even knocked over the breakfast Ms. Liberty brought.

“Mr. and Mrs. Lewis are inside trying to persuade Mr. Duncan to eat something. He’s in a terrible mood now.”

The bodyguards said all that in hopes that Zachary and the rest would leave and not put them in a difficult spot.

Actually, they wished Mr. Duncan would meet his friends and stop lying on the bed and driving himself into a dead end.

Unfortunately, Mr. Duncan would not listen to Mr. and Mrs. Lewis’s words, not to mention theirs.

Duncan had been in bed for over ten days. His mental state had already crumbled. He hoped he could stand up immediately and walk like a normal person. That way, he would not have to be bedridden and have others take care of him.

He did not wish to see anyone either.

Duncan felt his visitors always had sympathy in their gazes.

He was crippled He could not walk Even if he could sit in a wheelchair, he was upset.

The doctor said he still had to lie down for some time. When his legs got better, he would not feel as uncomfortable sitting in a wheelchair. However, recovering to a normal person’s state would require a long time and consistent physiotherapy.

“I’m not eating. I don’t have an appetite. Take it away. Remove it!”

Duncan’s roar rang from the ward.

The sound of bowls and cutlery falling on the ground followed.

Without entering the room, one could know that Duncan was throwing a tantrum and knocked over the bowl from his mother’s hand.

Mrs. Lewis wanted to feed him breakfast, but the bowl and spoon were knocked to the ground. The bowl shattered, and the food spilled all over the bed and floor.

“Duncan.”

Mr. Lewis raised his arm in anger, but he lowered it powerlessly. He said in a pleading tone, “Duncan, if you don’t eat something, your health and stamina will deteriorate. How will you recover? Look at your mother. She hasn’t left your side ever since you got into the accident. Her face has turned all wrinkly from staying up all night.”

Mrs. Lewis’s wrinkles were not apparent and as many as before because she cared for her skin well and often did facials.

Her wrinkles indeed grew deeper.

“Darling, don’t blame Duncan.”

Mrs. Lewis brought some napkins and a trash can. She wiped the spilled food on the bed and cleaned the floor.

She was the one who made her son bedridden and unable to walk. She insisted on taking care of her son herself.

With their son’s hot temper, it would be difficult for others to tolerate him besides his parents.

“I’m not hungry. I can’t eat. I’m lying here every day like a living dead without exercising, and I have digestion problems. I’m not hungry at all, and I can’t swallow anything. How many times have I told you not to bring me so much food? I can’t eat!

“Do you think I’m still the Duncan who can eat two big bowls of food every meal?”

Duncan knew he was in the wrong for knocking the bowl over and having his mother clean up the mess However, he could not control his emotions.

After being scolded by his father, he yelled at his parents. His words were filled with despair toward his situation.