Chapter 118 The Trust Of Gilbert Waber
- “Mr. Waber. Your face looks sallow, and your lips are blackened. Rheum has gathered in the corners of your eyes, and your voice sounds hoarse. Are you dehydrated? You must've been worried about the Gilbert Group for the past few days. You've forgone your meals and can't sleep at night. Aside from your liver, heart, and kidneys, have a number of your other organs also begun acting up? Do you have symptoms of panic and shortness of breath? When sleeping at night, do you feel your spiracles expanding as your heart beats frantically? Sometimes you might feel like you are suffering from terrible, melancholic pain. Have you been afraid that you might not awaken the next day after falling asleep, or rather, hope that you can continue to sleep forever and never wake up again?” Zachary lit a cigarette after his analysis ended. He gazed silently at Gilbert.
- “You are correct,” said Gilbert with a gentle nod.
- “Could you walk over here?” asked Zachary.