Chapter: 1820

“What is it?"

“There's something at the Gibson family cemetery that needs me. Also, a bunch of the house staff came down with the flu lately, and since Mr. Gibson just got over a cold, they've taken some time off so they don't pass it on to him," Mason explained calmly. "Now, those who are left might not always hear Mr. Gibson when he needs something while they're busy, and he doesn't Like to be bothered too much. So, if he requires assistance when I'm away, we might need you to look after him."

Rachel raised an eyebrow slightly.

Was it merely a coincidence that she arrived when Mason was needed at the cemetery and most servants were absent?

Why did she feel like things resembled her previous visit to the Gibson Mansion?

“Um, does this mean I have to stay here overnight?" Rachel asked cautiously, ready to decline if that was the case.

Last time, she had no other option, but now, she didn't feel compelled to stay and care for Alberto.

How could she manage to spend a night alone with him?

Rachel hadn't planned on getting any closer to Alberto. If she hadn't found out about his leg injury and felt empathy for his pain this morning, she might have decided to part ways with him entirely.

"No, that's not needed," Mason said, sensing her discomfort. "I'll return shortly and I'll have someone drive you home."

"Alright." Rachel let out a relieved sigh upon hearing Mason's assurance.

She didn't bother concealing her emotions, especially when she let out a relieved sigh, something Alberto couldn't help but notice.

Without realizing it, he involuntarily clenched the wheelchair's armrest, and a swirl of conflicting feelings washed over him.

There was a hint of disappointment in him. Despite his changed identity, she still kept her guard up against him.

But at the same time, he felt a sense of relief. She kept her distance from Alberto. Did this mean that she still wasn't ready for another man? Could Victor still hold a special place in her heart?

Mason left shortly afterwards.

Rachel and Alberto exchanged silent glances before she said, “Well, shall we have dinner first?"

"Okay."

Based on her memory of the last visit, Rachel headed towards the dining room. After a few steps, she noticed the absence of the familiar sound of the wheelchair trailing behind her.

She paused and turned back, finding Alberto still in the same spot.

Rachel looked at him, her head tilted slightly and said nothing, looking confused.

Alberto, gripping the wheelchair's control rod, nudged it forward, but the wheelchair remained still. “It's run out of battery.”

The wheelchair was out of power, so he couldn't control it as usual.

“Do you have an extra battery?"