Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 1531

Chapter 1531

Gilbert averted his gaze, unwilling to look at her or respond to her question. His cold, sorrowful expression already provided the answer she dreaded. Trembling, she tried to steady her breath and said, "Hate me all you want, but be cautious of Sara; she's not who you think she is."

"Get out!" he barked.

Kisa's eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at him, only to replace coldness and rejection in his expression. Holding back a sob, she turned and walked toward the exit. Kelvin waited for her downstairs and, without a shred of courtesy, flung the door open. "Get out."

Kisa slowly approached him. ""C-Can I stay here?"

"Don't even think about it. Just get out," Kelvin retorted. Kisa hung her head but didn't move. Just as Kelvin was about to lose his patience, Kisa suddenly weakened and crumpled to the floor. When she came to, it was Sara standing beside her.

"You're awake?" Sara's expression was smug, a complete departure from her usual gentle demeanor. "Kelvin told me you wanted to stay here," she taunted, feigning pity. "You know what? Even after you fainted, Gilbert despised you so much he nearly had you carried out. It was only because I begged him to let you stay. You're truly pitiful. You're carrying his child, yet he doesn't show an ounce of compassion. It just goes to show how much he loathes you."

Kisa kept her eyes down, not responding to Sara's provocations. Bored, Sara scoffed and left the room. Kisa stared at the ceiling, her vision gradually blurring.

Yes, Gilbert has come to despise me to the extreme. How can I salvage our relationship? Should I let go or... try again?'

In the study, Kelvin hesitated for a long time before finally addressing the man shrouded in shadows. "Let her stay. The baby's heartbeat is unstable. Kicking her out could cause complications." Gilbert remained silent, eyes downcast, his entire being emitting suppressed sorrow.

Kelvin sighed softly. At any rate, let her give birth to the child, then we can decide." The door closed gently, and the room was once again enveloped in silence. "Mom, I want to go with you to see my sister."

"It was because of her that your parents died. She should not even exist."

"Gilbert, I did all this for you. Promise me you'll never be with her in this life, alright?"

Those words echoed in his mind. Gilbert slowly hunched over, burying his face in his hands. Hot tears streamed through his fingers, bearing the crushing burden of his unspoken grief and sorrow. "You're up."

The following day, as Gilbert descended the stairs, Kisa greeted him with a bright smile. I made your favorite tarts. Come and have a taste," she said, taking his hand and leading him to the dining table. She knew she couldn't make up for the loss of his parents and grandmother, but she would do her best to please him.

But he coldly shrugged off her hand, his tone icy and biting.

"I've lost everything now. Why do you still pretend to care? Do you think I'm not miserable enough? Do you want my life too?" Kisa shook her head, "Please don't be like this."

"Yeah, Gilbert, don't say that," Sara interjected, masking her true nature with feigned kindness. "Kisa realizes her mistakes, and we can't bring the dead back Please, replace it in your heart to forgive her. Besides, she never wanted your parents to die. If you have to blame someone, blame her mother for loving your father too intensely. In that critical moment, he was all she could think about, otherwise..." "Enough!" Gilbert roared.