Chapter: 1826

Rolling his eyes in disbelief, he shook his head but dutifully wheeled the wheelchair to a power socket for a recharge. He then ascended the stairs, knocking on Alberto's room door.

“What's the matter?" Alberto's frosty voice came through.

Standing outside the door, the man inquired respectfully, “Mr. Gibson, the roses in the garden..."

Intentionally leaving the sentence hanging, he awaited Alberto's directive.

After a brief silence, Alberto's voice came through. “Just throw them away!" he demanded.