Chapter: 1843

It was of their father, Antonio Gibson.

Worried that Allen would sneak away, Antonio stormed into his room to fetch him for the meeting. However, upon walking in, he overheard the phone call between the brothers and was pissed off by Allen's whining.

In a fit of pique, Antonio marched over and slapped the back of Allen's head.

“You shameless brat!" Antonio spat. “Alberto saved your life. Where did you get the nerve to blackmail him?"

“Aw! Dad!"

“Serves you right! You should learn to stand for yourself instead of always asking your brother for help," said Antonio.

Covering his head with his head, Allen gave his father an aggrieved look.

Antonio glared at him and took the phone. Then, in a softened tone, he asked Alberto, "How are you doing in Apliaria? Is everything going well with the project?"

“Everything is going as planned, Dad," Alberto said. "There's nothing to worry about."

Antonio nodded in relief. "That's good to hear. Don't wear yourself out, okay? Take ample rest when you can. You know your mother has always been worried about your health."

“Of course, Dad."

After exchanging a few more words with Alberto, Antonio hung up the phone.

Allen had something more to tell Alberto, so when his father ended the call, his eyes widened. "Why did you hang up, Dad? I'm not yet done talking to him."

“Enough with the nonsense, Allen! Go to the meeting now and stop bothering your brother! He needs rest in his free time, not your whining!"

Then, he stormed off the room and headed to the meeting room, leaving Allen with a long face.

In Alberto's room, Dewey knocked on the door and walked in. "Sir."

"Your phone." Alberto handed Dewey's phone back to him.

Looking at the call log on the screen, Dewey smiled. “Allen has never changed. He's still as whiny and clingy as when you first met him.

“How many years has it been?" Alberto asked.

"He was six when you saved him. It's been twelve years since then."

Dewey sighed. "How time flies. Back then, when Allen fell from the mountain and wasn't found for two days, everyone thought he was already dead. However, you showed up one day with him on your back."

Alberto turned his head to look out of the window. Allen and his family had always been grateful to him for saving Allen's life.

However, they didn't know that, in return, they had given Alberto what he had always longed for-the warmth of family.

Without the Gibson family, Alberto would have met his maker long ago.