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Chapter 1107 Carrying The Wheelchair Upstairs, She Suddenly Became Gentle And Considerate

Chapter 1107 Carrying the Wheelchair Upstairs, She Suddenly Became Gentle and Considerate

Kane was getting anxious watching from the sidelines. Anthony never had a kind word to say, and it

was frustrating. He quickly ran up to Mavis and Raymond, intercepting them before they could confront

Anthony any further.

"Mrs. Callahan, don't worry about Mr. Callahan's behavior. You know how he is - stubborn and proud.

But I'm sure he's grateful for your offer to take care of his leg injury," Kane said in a soothing tone.

Anthony didn't argue back this time around. Instead, he kept his head down while coughing awkwardly

as if trying to hide the embarrassment in the air.

Kane managed to persuade Mavis and Raymond into getting into the Callahan family's luxurious car

after almost losing years of smiles on his face due to their argument with Anthony.

Soon enough, they arrived at Green Grove Apartment building. Kane pushed Anthony's wheelchair out

of the car and stared at the stairs leading up towards their destination floor with an expressionless face.

Mavis noticed that Kane looked tense and guessed what he might be thinking about. She tried

lightening up the mood by jokingly saying, "What happened? Didn't you say there are always more

solutions than problems? Last time when we were here, you carried him upstairs."

"I..." Kane hesitated before stopping himself mid-sentence as tears welled up in his eyes.

Ten floors! With Anthony's weight plus that of his wheelchair... it would be impossible for him alone!

He turned towards Anthony seeking help but received a cold look from him instead who replied

nonchalantly, "Yes, Kane carried me last time."

Kane felt like he'd been played by Anthony yet again!

Raymond couldn't hold back anymore; he burst out laughing while Mavis commented, "Since it worked

last time, why not do it again? Don't worry about us. We'll go ahead first."

Kane stood there looking lost. Raymond gave him a sly smile before following Mavis upstairs, leaving

behind an embarrassed-looking Kane who whispered under his breath, "Mr. Callahan... do I really have

to carry you?"

Anthony gave him another icy glare before replying sarcastically, "Who else can do it?"

Mavis was too weak physically being a woman while Raymond had a injured hand, which meant

carrying anything heavy wasn't possible for now. Besides, since there were issues between Raymond

and Antony, so asking for help wasn't even an option!

It seemed like only poor old Kane could handle this unpleasant task...

With a sad expression on his face and barely audible voice, Kane muttered, "Mrs. Callahan's apartment

is on 10th floor. Please spare me Mr. Callahan. Can't we just..."

But before finishing off what little hope remained within himself, Kane received another cold stare from

Antony who spoke firmly, "One month bonus raise!"

Shaking off all doubts, Kane knew that there was no other way but climb those ten floors with Antony's

weight added onto that of wheelchair combined together weighing over two hundred pounds. That

made this task seem insurmountable!

"Three months' bonus."

Kane hesitated for a moment before shaking his head. "Talking about money with me is too formal. I'm

not that kind of person..."

"Six months." Anthony interrupted him before he could finish.

Kane was stunned and became speechless.

Anthony raised an eyebrow and continued to up the ante. "Increase your salary for six months and give

you one year's bonus."

Kane immediately smiled, "You really understand me. I am that kind of person. It's my honor to serve

you!"

He rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

Upstairs, Mavis and Raymond had just arrived on the fifth floor when they quietly peeked out to

observe what was happening downstairs.

Raymond whispered, "Mavis, Kane is really daring to ask for so much more money from Anthony. He's

so rich. It's inhumane! He'll die if he walks down two steps?"

Mavis replied calmly, "He will reveal his true colors soon enough."

"Can Kane really carry the wheelchair up ten floors? Can he do it?" Raymond asked worriedly.

Mavis shrugged helplessly. "It's hard to say. Let's wish him success."

She turned around and went upstairs without looking back at what was happening below.

Raymond followed her lead.

...

From the first floor all the way up ten floors, Kane hated high stairs like these for the first time in his life

as each corner seemed like an eternity away from each other.

Compared with his sweat-drenched shirt, Anthony looked like an idler who wasn't even breaking a

sweat despite having one leg "paralyzed" while being carried by Kane all this time.

After climbing ten whole floors along with carrying Anthony on his back made him panting heavily. Kane

was even unable to catch breaths properly anymore while sweating profusely. And his sweat soaked

through every inch of clothing on himself.

Mavis and Raymond weren't in any hurry as they waited patiently at their apartment door on the tenth

floor until both men finally arrived there together.

As the wheelchair reached the flat on the tenth floor, Kane's arms and legs went weak, and he

collapsed next to Anthony's wheelchair, gasping for breath.

Raymond clicked his tongue in disapproval, watching with a sigh, "Anthony, you're so harsh even on

your own people. Just get off and take a few steps, or let Kane support you."

He glanced at the exhausted Kane, "I remember the last time I came back to the apartment with my

sister, you and Anthony were already waiting at the entrance. How come I didn't see you sweating this

much back then?"

"It might be..." said Kane reluctantly, "I've been feeling weak lately due health issues. Maybe need take

better care myself going forward."

Mavis didn't take pleasure in Kane's plight. Instead, she felt a pang of sympathy for him. She handed

him a cup of warm water and said, "Take a sip. I've arranged Raymond in the adjacent apartment. You

can go there later to take a shower. You can stay for dinner as well. You've worked hard today."

Her original intention was to make Anthony expose himself by standing up and walking, but no one

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If NIB hadn't already known the whole truth, she might have continued to be deceived by Anthony's

performance.

Kane took the warm water and drank it in one gulp, feeling so moved that he almost cried. "Thank you,

Mrs. Callahan. You're so kind, Mrs. Callahan."

Mavis nodded with a smile in response and turned to enter the house.

Soon, only Anthony and Kane were left in front of the apartment building.

Kane was at a loss for words. "Mr. Callahan, please have mercy on me and install an elevator in Green

Grove Apartment as soon as possible! I can't handle carrying you up and down every day!"

Anthony handed him a wet wipe and said simply, "Okay." Kane was overjoyed to hear the word from

him and wiped his sweat with the wet wipe.

During dinner in the small dining room, all that could be heard were sounds of utensils clinking against

plates. It was extremely quiet otherwise. Kane wolfed down his food hungrily while everyone else

seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts.

After dinner, Kane went next door to Raymond's apartment with him.

Mavis cleaned up all of the leftover dishes by herself while Anthony helped clear off the table using his

wheelchair.

The two of them worked silently side by side. It felt like they had gone back five years in time when they

had been living together harmoniously during their arranged marriage agreement.

After what seemed like ages passed by without anyone saying anything at all, Anthony finally spoke up,

"Why did you suddenly decide to continue taking care of me?"

Mavis paused her dishwashing for a moment before calmly explaining, "If you hadn't rushed off to get

there that day then gotten into an accident afterwards which caused your leg injury... I would feel

responsible for what happened since I promised I'd take care of you until your recovery."

Anthony's heart warmed at her words. His expression softened gradually over time.

Although Mavis appeared calm on surface level while washing dishes vigorously, she seemed like she

was venting out all her pent-up anger onto those plates!

Anthony remained oblivious though, unaware that Mavis' revenge would come crashing down upon him

like a storm soon enough...

At 7 pm sharp.

Alistair was picked up from the kindergarten and brought to the Green Grove Apartment after Kane

finished showering.

Mavis had been eagerly waiting and as soon as she saw her son, she showered him with kisses and

hugs, lifting him high in the air.

Anthony frowned as he watched the intimate interaction between mother and son. He had reason to

suspect that Mavis was willing to have him move in together just to see their son.

Before going to bed, Mavis helped Anthony lie down on the bed. From start to finish, she was incredibly

gentle, caring, and attentive. It was a stark contrast to her previous reluctance to take care of him, as if

she had become a completely different person.

"Is there anything else you need?" she asked softly before leaving.

Alistair pointed to the nearby bookshelf and spoke first, "I want to hear daddy tell me a bedtime story

tonight. Mommy, can you please bring the storybook?"

Anthony replied, "The storybook is too childish. Bring me the math workbook instead. I'll go over some

of Alistair's mistakes with him."

Alistair's face turned pale.

Mavis looked at Anthony and Alistair before ultimately choosing to bring the storybook. "Let's stick with

storytelling for now. Alistair needs a balance between study and play during his break time, or he won't

sleep well at night and will dream about math problems."

Alistair was thrilled and blew his mother a kiss. "Mommy, I love you so much!"

Mavis returned the gesture as they both smiled.

During storytelling time, Mavis left the room to search for something in the living room.

Five minutes later, she returned holding a hammer, chisel, plunger stick for unclogging toilets, and a

thin stick resembling an index finger entering into their bedroom.