While they were still on the stairs, Liberty spotted Duncan carrying a box inside. She froze momentarily. Had Duncan not gone to work today? What was he doing at her sister’s place?
Shaking off her surprise, Liberty carried her son downstairs. Approaching Duncan with a smile, she asked, “Mr. Lewis, what have you brought for Zachary? It looks quite heavy. You should have asked someone else to bring it in.”
After all, Zachary had housekeepers, drivers, and bodyguards—Duncan didn’t need to carry things in himself.
Once he set the box down, Duncan replied, “It’s not for Zachary; it’s for Sonny. I didn’t go to work today and just rested at home.”
Although he claimed to be resting, he came to Zachary’s house right after Liberty arrived.
“For Sonny?” Liberty asked, glancing at the box. “Is it a children’s bicycle? Sonny is still too young to ride it.”
“I bought a small, toddler-friendly bike for Sonny, but it requires assembly. I heard from Zachary that you were here, so I sent it over and planned to assemble it for Sonny so he can ride and play outside.”
Zachary’s villa had ample space for Sonny to ride his bike.
“Mr. Lewis, you’re too kind. How much was the bike? I’ll pay you back.”
A bicycle was not a windmill—windmills had little value. Therefore, Liberty didn’t mind Duncan gifting windmills to Sonny and letting her son accept the various ones presented to him.
Duncan responded, “Liberty, please don’t always bring up money with me. Haven’t you heard that ‘money talk hurts feelings’? I just like Sonny; he deserves what other kids have. Besides, the toddler bike I bought isn’t expensive—it’s really not, just a little over a hundred.”
“Dollars. Considering my friendship with Zachary, what’s wrong with me giving a bicycle to his nephew?”