Chapter: 1788

“Happy birthday, Alberto! You should be at the old house today, right? I have prepared a huge gift for you. Don't forget to open it. I'm sure you will be shocked."

Alberto stared at the message on the screen, lost in thought.

Actually, he forgot that today was his birthday. To be exact, the day he returned to the Gibson family.

Rachel walked out of the dining room after eating. She was surprised that Alberto was still there. She didn't know how long he had been waiting outside.

"Mr. Gibson..."

"I happen to have something to deal with in the downtown area this afternoon,"

Alberto said, looking at her.

For a moment, Rachel didn't understand what he meant. "And?"

“Dewey took a day off this afternoon." Alberto coughed slightly and seemed a little embarrassed. "I will have to trouble you to take me there."

"It's okay. It's no trouble at all," Rachel said with a smile. "Are you going back to the Gibson family's mansion?"

"Yes."

Alberto wanted to see that gift. Allen was always reliable. If he said his birthday gift was shocking, it must be shocking. He had to see it to prevent anything from happening.

Alberto's eyebrows furrowed tightly. He felt helpless and amused at the same time.

"No problem. I will drive you there safely," Rachel said confidently.

“Dewey won't be back until tomorrow. Please pick me up too when you go back,"

Alberto added.

It was two-forty when Rachel came out of the house with the car keys. She had already changed into her casual clothes. She saw Alberto outside in a wheelchair, waiting for her.

She quickened her pace and walked to him. "Mr. Gibson, have you been waiting for a long time? I'm sorry."

"No, I've just come out," Alberto said in a low voice.

Rachel looked at his thin lips and saw they were a little pale. It didn't look like he had just come out. It looked like he had been waiting in the cold wind for more than twenty minutes.

But since he denied it, she wouldn't expose him.

Rachel told Alberto to wait for a while. She went to the garage with the car keys, drove the car out, and reversed it to get close to him.

It was inconvenient for Alberto to walk, so Dewey and the driver usually helped him get in the car. But now, she was alone. It was really difficult for her.

While Rachel was at a loss, not knowing what to do, Alberto pushed his wheelchair to the passenger seat.