Chapter: 1608

Having no choice, Greg finally said, "Okay, okay. I'll get changed now."

Greg turned on his heel to leave but Mason stopped him.

“After you change your clothes, go to the kitchen and check if the medicine is ready. Then bring it to Alberto."

“Okay.”

“Remember to be careful. If Alberto is still sleeping, don't disturb him," Mason reminded him.

Greg nodded and turned to leave.

Holding his cane, Mason remained standing and gazed at the closed door of the yard.

This large mansion, built in the ancient times, boasted the features of classical gardens. Thirty years ago, the place was full of life.

Most of the members of the Gibson family lived in this place. After they moved overseas one by one, the house became empty and quiet.

Mason had been working for the Gibson family for decades. When the family moved out, he was left to look after the mansion, and his son went abroad with the family. Later, his son got married and gave birth to Greg. Afraid that Mason would feel lonely staying in such a huge mansion by himself, his son sent Greg to accompany him.

Since then, Mason and Greg have lived in this mansion for nearly thirty years.

In the Bennet family's house, Rachel dried her hair with the towel and walked toward the bed.

In the opened laptop on the bed, Quintin's voice rang out.

"Did I hear it right? You've met Alberto?"

Folding the towel neatly, Rachel sat on the edge of the bed and answered Quintin, "Sort of."

"Sort of? What do you mean? Did you meet Alberto or not?" Quintin was confused.

No one could blame him for being so surprised that Rachel met

Alberto.

Alberto's whereabouts had always been a secret. Even his appearance was a mystery. What the public only knew about him was his being sickly.

The more mysterious a person was, the more intriguing they became to others.

Quintin was among the curious lot.

“Is he really like what the rumors say?" Is he very skinny? Does he have difficulty talking? Is he confined to a wheelchair?"

Taking in Quintin's questions, Rachel suddenly remembered Alberto's palm on her forehead and his voice, which gave a strange tug in her heart.

"I didn't really see his face," Rachel said, shrugging off the strange feeling.

"He was wearing a mask, but I could see he didn't look so well. He isn't skinny. I'm just not sure if he has to use a wheelchair because I only saw him inside his car."