Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 1539

Chapter 1539

Jensen's hands were drenched in blood, shaking uncontrollably as he fumbled to dial the number. "Fairmont Medical Center... You need to see her now."

When Gilbert arrived, he found Jensen hunched over, face buried in his blood-soaked hands. The sight was both shocking and terrifying. Gilbert rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, and demanded, 'What the hell happened? I trusted you to take care of her! That's why I let her go. How could you let this happen?'

Jensen looked up at him, his crimson eyes filled with a haunting emptiness. It was as if his soul had been swallowed by a rotting swamp, never to resurface.

In the end, Gilbert could not bring himself to hit Jensen. He released him and approached the emergency room door. Staring at it, he felt suffocated and overwhelmed.

"I'm so sorry. I won't yell at you or be cruel anymore. Just please, stay alive. You have to make it through this." i

He prayed silently, filled with regret for sending her away. He could not fathom life without her. The helplessness, uncertainty, and fear rose like a tide, slowly engulfing him, making it impossible to breathe. 2 After an agonizing wait, the doctor finally emerged, holding a basin filled with blood-tinged water. Inside it, a tiny fetus was barely visible. Gilbert could not bear to look, turning his gaze to the doctor instead. His voice caught in his throat, too afraid to ask anything. In that moment, fear devoured him completely. 1

It was the doctor who broke the silence. "We did everything we could, but we couldn't save the child. It is such a tragedy, considering how far along the pregnancy was."

Gilbert's body swayed slightly as he asked in a strained voice, 'And the mother?"

"She is clinging to life, but she's extremely weak."

He slumped against the wall, cold sweat drenching his clothes. He murmured, "As long as she is okay... as long as she is still alive."

Kisa had lost her child, and it was as if the life had been drained from her too. She remained in the hospital for a month, with Gilbert visiting her daily. But the two of them barely spoke a word. After ensuring she was no longer in mortal danger, Jensen left, putting Calthon behind him. Before departing, he returned everything that belonged to the Kooper family to Gilbert. 1

On the day Kisa was discharged from the hospital, Gilbert worried that returning to the Kooper residence would trigger painful memories. So, he took her to the apartment she had once lived in. Hoping to lift her spirits, he brought Andrew, Ada, and Blake along. In an attempt to create a cozy, harmonious atmosphere, he had the children keep her company while he busied himself in the kitchen. However, too many unresolved issues lay between them, and the superficial warmth could not last.

That night, she stared blankly at the neon lights outside the window, lost in thought. She recalled moving into this apartment, initially plotting her revenge against Gilbert. Time had passed, and in retrospect, she realized she was the true villain.

Gilbert wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her tightly. He whispered into her ear, "Let's start anew."

Kisa remained silent, her face devoid of expression. After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice hoarse and bitter.

"Start anew? Can you ever forget the deaths of your parents and grandma?" The hands around her waist slackened. She lowered her gaze, her broken heart still throbbing with pain. Even if Gilbert never mentioned it, she knew the deaths of his parents represented a hurdle he could not surmount.

Even if they genuinely started over, that obstacle would resurface time and again, causing both of them pain. It was a cruel, immutable fact, and no matter how hard she tried, it would be futile. In his eyes, she was a sinner, a sinner who should not exist.

They could never return to what they once were; they had reached the point of no return. Since being together was destined to be painful, it was best to set each other free.

Gazing into the distant horizon, exhaustion weighing heavily on her, she said, 'We should go our separate ways." 1