Chapter: 1789

"Mr. Gibson!" Rachel suddenly exclaimed when she saw Alberto trying to sit in the passenger seat alone. She was afraid he would fall, so she subconsciously grabbed the handle of the wheelchair and stabilized its body.

She almost blurted out, "Be careful."

Alberto held the passenger seat for support and moved little by little.

Since his legs were weak, it took him almost half an hour to finally get in the car and sit comfortably.

Rachel could only hold the wheelchair steadily to make sure he wouldn't fall.

But she must admit that she was still a little worried when she saw this scene.

Finally, there was no danger anymore. Rachel put the wheelchair into the trunk, walked around the back of the car, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Mr. Gibson, I'll drive you to the Gibson family's mansion first."

"Okay."

Rachel then started the car, drove out of the courtyard, and headed towards the downtown area.

On their way, there was pin-drop silence in the car. Even the air seemed to stop flowing. It was so quiet that even the sound of their breathing could be heard.

When the traffic lights turned red at the intersection, Rachel stepped on the brakes. She looked at the red lights in front of her and subconsciously looked at Alberto in the passenger seat.

Alberto looked straight ahead steadily. He was so motionless that Rachel thought he was a puppet.

"Mr. Gibson, I heard from Dewey that you didn't feel well during your follow-up checkup yesterday. Are you okay now?" They were about to reach their destination, so Rachel decided to break the awkward silence. She found something to talk about.

It was only then that Alberto finally moved. "I'm fine now."

"That's good, then. What is wrong with you? I know a doctor in Flowerence Hospital. Maybe I can ask her for help."

"My Legs."

Rachel looked at his legs, and she was slightly stunned.

She didn't pay much attention to his legs in the past few days. Now that he mentioned them, she looked at them carefully.

His trousers covered his legs, so she couldn't see anything. But strangely, she still felt they were weak.

Rachel was about to say something when the traffic lights turned green.

She had no choice but to swallow back her words, step on the accelerator, and drive to the Gibson family's mansion.