Wilbur's is up next in terms of the next room I'll be visiting.
And I'm surprised to see his room.
It's just a simple yet airy room, and it's sparsely decorated.
And he's just staring out the window.
"Benoit, you can come in," he just tells me.
Once I join him in staring at the starry nighttime sky, he begins.
"Even though I consider myself a rich man… I know I can't take all my riches with me once I pass away."
"Yeah. And that's why those riches need to be handed down somehow, by inheritance or by just simply giving it all away."
