Chapter: 1872

Abruptly, Alberto was overcome by a bout of coughing.

Rachel halted and eyed him with concern. "Mr. Gibson... Are you okay?"

Alberto, his fist pressed against his mouth, tried to stifle his coughs. "I'm fine," he managed to say, though his voice was unsteady.

“But you're coughing," Rachel pointed out, a hint of worry creasing her brow. The wind was indeed brisk and cold. She herself felt its bite, and she couldn't help but think of Alberto, whose health was fragile.

Observing that his legs were exposed to the cold without a blanket, her frown deepened.