Chapter: 1791

Then, he stood up, handed the blanket to the servant beside him, and walked towards the main building with his long legs.

Mason looked at Alberto's back, and his eyes darkened.

The servant couldn't help commenting, “Dewey said yesterday that Mr. Gibson's legs were not getting better. But now, it seems he is fine.

Could it be that Dewey misunderstood the doctor?"

Mason looked at the wheelchair in front of him and pushed it forward with both hands. "No, he didn't."

The servant looked at Mason in confusion. “Then...”

“Mr. Gibson is just enduring the pain," Mason interrupted.

When the servant heard this, his eyes fell on Alberto's back again.

He looked at Alberto carefully from a distance. After a long time, he finally realized something.

Indeed, the way Alberto walked was different from that of a normal person. At first glance, people would not notice any difference. But if they looked carefully, they would realize that Alberto was only walking steadily because he endured the pain in his legs.

The servant frowned upon realizing this. "Is there no other way?"

Mason heaved a deep sigh and shook his head.

"What? Does it mean we can only wait like this? Do we only wait until Mr. Gibson can no longer walk?" As he spoke, the servant's tone was full of pity.

“Don't worry. It won't happen." For some reason, Mason still believed that Alberto would recover, although he wasn't sure. "Mr. Gibson will definitely recover. As long as he is taken good care of, he will be fine."

Alberto's body was too worn out. The two consecutive fatal surgeries and serious injuries had exceeded the limit of his body's endurance.

He only managed to escape from the jaws of death because of his perseverance and desire to survive.

Fourteen years ago, Alberto was seriously injured and hospitalized for a long time. Everyone thought he would no longer recover. But he fought for his life because of his grandmother, whom he thought was the only family he had in this world.

Fourteen years later, he almost died to protect his child. It was only because of Rachel that he survived.

And it was still Rachel who supported him until now.

As soon as Alberto entered the Living room of the main building, the heating system dispersed the cold air from his body, making him feel much better. His expression also looked a lot less colder.

Dewey hurriedly handed Alberto the ginger tea he had made. "Sir, drink this to make you feel warm."

Alberto glanced at the folder on the table, put down the ginger tea, and took off his mask. His eyes were as cold as frost. "Go ahead, tell me."

“Mr. Gibson, why don't you finish your ginger tea first? You have been in the cold for a while. Then, Dewey will tell you everything after," Mason suggested.

Mason was worried about Alberto. He had not fully recovered yet. If he continued to work like this, it would be very detrimental to his health.