“Alright, I’ll go downstairs by myself. No need to help me.”

Duncan’s mood had gone from a snowstorm to a clear sky.

Quite a drastic change, ha-ha.

He grabbed the sofa armrest and stood up on his own, taking a step before sitting back down in his wheelchair.

Zachary said, “I won’t help you, you’re on your own.”

Despite saying that, he steered the wheelchair in the right direction before letting Duncan take control.

The three of them left the room together, heading toward the elevator.

“You