“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 t