Chapter: 1652

“Alright, I'll stand by outside."

After hanging up the phone, Rachel looked at the gate in front of her, lost in thought.

About twenty minutes later, just as Rachel was contemplating whether to call Alberto once again, questioning if perhaps the servant was mistakenly directed elsewhere, the gate began to gradually swing open.

The porch's dim lighting was barely enough to illuminate the surroundings, but the thin sheet of snow blanketing the ground reflected a dim yellow glow. The entrance appeared more daunting than before, and for a fleeting moment, Rachel felt as though she had stepped back in time to ancient times.

Rachel lifted her gaze, curious to discover what lay beyond the gate.

Contrary to her expectations of high walls and tiled roofs, she was met with a lone figure-a person seated in a wheelchair.

In the dim light, with the heavy gate and the snowflakes around, he looked cold and lonely.

Rachel was momentarily stunned.

Regaining her senses after a while, she stepped out of her car.

"Hello, Mr. Gibson."

Ahem..."

"You..." Rachel started to question why he was the one answering the gate, but catching a glimpse of his pale face and hearing his persistent cough, she held her tongue.

She had to push down the doubts bubbling within her, offering instead, “Would you like to get in the car? I could drive you inside.”

Alberto's gaze fixated on her car, his expression suggesting a careful evaluation of its practicality.

Rachel then realized that since Alberto was in a wheelchair, it implied that he couldn't walk. If he were to get into the car, she would have to assist him, perhaps even carry him into the vehicle.

She didn't have the strength.

Rachel paused to think and then proposed, “Is there a servant close by? They could help you get in the car with my assistance."

“No need. I can go back by myself," said Alberto in a low voice.

"But..." Rachel attempted to continue, after all, the outside chill was piercing. She wasn't sure if Alberto could withstand such harsh cold for an extended period. However, understanding her limited authority in the matter, she hesitated.

“Drive half a kilometer forward, take a left and proceed straight for a hundred meters. You can park your vehicle there," Alberto instructed.

"Oh... Okay."

After Alberto finished speaking, he maneuvered his wheelchair and headed to the house. Rachel, on the other hand, returned to her car and buckled her seat belt. Glancing at the distant, solitary figure exuding an air of arrogance, she narrowed her eyes.