Chapter: 1663

However, why would there be a power outage in this opulent mansion?

It was quite confusing.

In the silent and dim ambiance, their gazes were locked in an intense stare.

Suddenly, a ringing phone interrupted the silence, disrupting the awkwardness that hovered between them.

Before Alberto could utter a word, the person on the other end of the phone inquired anxiously, “Mr. Gibson, are you alright?"

Despite the phone not being on speaker, the surrounding silence was so profound that even the faintest sound of a person's breath could be heard distinctly. Thus, Rachel caught every word that the person uttered on the other end of the line.

"The power cables in our vicinity have been accidentally severed due to maintenance work on nearby land, causing a blackout," the butler elaborated.

"Mr. Gibson, should I return? It may take some time for the power to be restored."

“Isn't your grandson having a fever?" Alberto responded in his signature deep tone.

“He's fine. His father returned home tonight. Mr. Gibson, you fell ill yesterday. With the power outage, the heating's off. You..."

“I'm alright. Don't fuss over me. Look after your grandson."

Before the butler could add anything more, Alberto ended the call.

Hearing their conversation, Rachel pursed her lips. So, it was merely a coincidence.

Yet, in the enveloping darkness, she felt quite helpless. If she were to use her phone's flashlight to look at Alberto's face, it would be all too obvious.

The rustling of branches in the wind reached her ears. Perhaps due to the blackout and the surrounding darkness, this ordinarily benign sound had a chilling undertone.

The wind blew in and it was a little cold.

The room became cold as the warm air disappeared with the blowing wind.

Rachel moved her cold fingertips. If she felt the chill, then surely the sick man would too. They couldn't remain idle in the darkness, or the biting cold would freeze them to death.

"Do you have any candles here?" Rachel inquired.

Her cell phone was running out of power, and using the flashlight would drain it even faster, not to mention she had to anticipate a delivery call.

"No."

Upon hearing his definitive response, Rachel came to the sudden realization that her question was pointless.

Even though Alberto belonged to the Gibson family, he hadn't spent his childhood here. The mansion was so vast that even the staff might struggle to locate specific items, let alone him.

She concluded that Alberto probably had no idea whether there were candles available or not.