Alfredo saw that Gilbert was still on the balcony looking out. He approached him.

"How is my nephew?" said Alfredo, asking how Gilbert was doing.

Without turning his head, Gilbert answered Alfredo's greeting.

"Good news Uncle, as you can see, I'm fine," Gilbert replied expressionlessly.

Alfredo walked over to Gilbert, unlocked the wheelchair and pushed it into the room.

"The night wind is not good for your weakened body," Alfredo said as he led Gilbert into his room.

"Don't you really want to move house? It's too shabby here," Alfredo said, wandering around.

"No thanks Uncle! There are too many memories that Papa and Mama left behind," Gilbert refused firmly.

Alfredo didn't say anything else, he sighed and exhaled. He glanced at the contents of Gilbert's almost empty room.

There was only a bed, a wardrobe and a small table in the room, all the furniture looked worn out.

"Don't you need a maid to clean this big house and cook your meals? Uncle will send one for you," Alfredo said, offering Gilbert a maid.

Gilbert didn't answer right away, he bowed his head, inwardly saying 'the last time you sent me a maid she almost killed me by poisoning me.'
"What do you say?" asked Alfredo, urging Gilbert to agree to his proposal.

"No Uncle, I don't like noise and commotion. I prefer it this way, quiet and still," Gilbert replied reasonably.

"But...," Alfredo's words trailed off as he was cut off by Gilbert's words.

"Uncle don't worry, I'm fine. I have Jonathan helping me clean everything up and cooking food for me," said Gilbert.

"I have something to say Uncle," said Gilbert.

"Just say it," said Alfredo.

"I want facial surgery and therapy, I want to see the outside world. I'm tired of sitting around doing nothing. I also want to be part of Papa's company that Om is managing," Gilbert's words were like a bullet through Alfredo's heart.

Alfredo was so shocked to hear Gilbert's wish, his heart was racing rapidly, his lips were trembling and his face was pale. Gilbert glanced at Alfredo and smiled with satisfaction.

"When's the time?" asked Alfredo after he had composed himself.

"Tonight," Gilbert replied, casually answering his question.

"Tonight?!" said Alfredo in surprise.

Gilbert didn't answer he just nodded his head, Alfredo understood Gilbert's answer, the corner of his eye glanced at the assistant named Abraham.

Abraham who understood the code from his master said goodbye.

"Excuse me, sir, I'm going out," Abraham said, then he walked out of the room.

"Uncle will prepare all your needs and transfer the money for your surgery and bone treatment," Alfredo said.

He reached into his coat pocket and took out his cell phone, he typed in the amount and clicked and the five billion was sent to Gilbert's account. Jonathan checked it and then nodded his head towards Gilbert.

"If it's not enough just tell me, Uncle will add it," Alfredo said as he put his cell phone back in his coat pocket.

Then Alfredo said goodbye, he left Gilbert's room and descended the stairs one by one, looking around the room. He smiled slyly.
The masked man entered her room by climbing over the balcony wall of the room, he then entered through the window of the room.

The masked man changed his appearance into a weak and pitiful person. He was sitting in a wheelchair and his monster face wore a look of sadness.

"Your master is back?" asked Jonathan, who had been his confidant.

"Hmm...," replied the masked man who turned out to be Gilbert.

Gilbert was a paralyzed man with the face of a monster, who was pretending to be weak in order to trick the people who always wanted him dead.

"Is Uncle Alfredo here yet?" asked Gilbert.

"Not yet sir, maybe soon," Jonathan replied politely.
"Help me to the balcony," Gilbert pleaded with Jonathan.

Jonathan pushed Gilbert's wheelchair to the balcony and locked the wheelchair.

Gilbert looked outside with a wandering eye, the motorcycle he was using was no longer parked in the courtyard. The front door of the gate opened by itself, he saw a luxury motorcade entering the yard.

There were three brand-new Mercedes, shiny loafers could be seen in the distance, then a middle-aged man wearing an ash-colored suit stood tall beside the car.

Followed by his loyal assistants and bodyguards to keep him safe. There were about eight bodyguards.

The middle-aged man raised his face, he looked towards the balcony where Gilbert was looking at him, his gaze sad. He looked away and walked into the luxurious but worn-out house.

"Welcome Mr. Alfredo," Jonathan greeted the middle-aged man who turned out to be Alfredo.

"Please come in, sir," Jonathan said, inviting Alfredo in.

The assistant and four bodyguards entered the house, while the others stood guard outside. Alfredo went straight to Gilbert's room, and without knocking he entered the room.
Alfredo saw that Gilbert was still on the balcony looking out. He approached him.

"How is my nephew?" said Alfredo, asking how Gilbert was doing.

Without turning his head, Gilbert answered Alfredo's greeting.

"Good news Uncle, as you can see, I'm fine," Gilbert replied expressionlessly.

Alfredo walked over to Gilbert, unlocked the wheelchair and pushed it into the room.

"The night wind is not good for your weak body," Alfredo said as he led Gilbert into his room.

"Don't you really want to move house? It's too shabby here," Alfredo said, wandering around.

"No thanks Uncle! There are too many memories that Papa and Mama left behind," Gilbert refused firmly.

Alfredo didn't say anything else, he sighed and exhaled. He glanced at the contents of Gilbert's almost empty room.

There was only a bed, a cupboard and a small table in the room, all the furniture looked worn out.

"Don't you need a maid to clean this big house and cook your meals? Uncle will send one for you," Alfredo said, offering a maid for Gilbert.
Gilbert didn't answer immediately, he bowed his head, inwardly saying 'the last time you sent me a maid she almost killed me by poisoning me.'