Chapitre 393: Hunter the Toy Car

Unfortunately, being stuck in a wheelchair meant I’m unable to move for the rest of the afternoon, which also meant that I would be in the complete mercy of the one responsible for pushing me around for the day. If I get to choose my own caretaker, the last person in the world I would find was the person who’s currently responsible for myself because this person cares more about playing around than actually taking care of me.

“Whee!” Leo cried as he pushed me around on my wheelchair across the playground like he was playing with a toy car, completely disregarding the person who’s actually on the car. Feeling slightly nauseous about the constant jolts and movements caused by running across an uneven ground at high speeds, I couldn’t help but shout, “Leo! Stop that! I’m feeling sick! Urgh!”