Chapter: 1889

“Each person has their own fate," Alberto said after a while.

"Sometimes, the outcome we dread might be the very thing someone hopes for.”

Rachel fought back tears. She lightly scolded him, “You know, Mr. Gibson, you're not exactly great at making people feel better, are you?"

“Hmm."

"You're much better at making people feel something else than consoling them." Rachel's voice grew lighter. "Just a heads-up. If you're not good at cheering people up, maybe it's best to stay quiet.