Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 1540

Chapter 1540

'Maybe separating is the best resolution for us,' Kisa thought.

Gilbert did not reply. Instead, he tightened his embrace, pulling her closer, showing her that he did not want to part ways, not even at the cost of his life.

Kisa lowered her gaze, overwhelmed by melancholy, and remained silent.

The next morning, she awoke to the sound of lighthearted laughter and the bustling activity in the kitchen. She gazed blankly at the ceiling, her heart stirring faintly.

'How long has it been? How long since I last heard such carefree laughter? How long since I last experienced this simple, comforting sense of home?'

Slowly sitting up, she pushed herself off the bed. Since losing the baby, her weight had dropped dramatically, her 5'5" frame scarcely weighing over 100 pounds. Her face was pale, and her emaciated body exuded a fragile frailty. As she stared into the mirror, there was a knock at the door. A small head peeked in.

It was Ada.

'Mommy, can I come in?"

Kisa smiled at her. "Of course, sweetheart."

Ada's eyes sparkled as she rushed in, throwing her arms around Kisa." Mommy, I've missed hugging you. Please don't leave me and Andrew again. Can we be together as a family forever?"

Kisa's smile wavered. She gently stroked Ada's head, unable to replace the right words. With so many unresolved issues between her and Gilbert, she could not provide the child with a definite answer. Gilbert had prepared an enticing breakfast, featuring her all-time favorite egg sandwich. With consideration, he pushed the sandwich and milk toward her.

"Finish up, then let's take the kids to school together."

His main goal was to get her out of the house since she had not ventured out since returning from the hospital.

Kisa was inclined to refuse, replaceing comfort in the quiet solitude of her room. But before she could speak up, the three children gazed at her with hopeful eyes.

Kisa hesitated, her lips pressed together, then finally nodded. "Okay."

Relief washed over Gilbert, as his hand discreetly reached over to hold hers. He was giving his all to salvage their relationship, fearing she would become distant and withdraw into herself. 1 During the morning rush, the streets were bustling with activity. Kisa leaned against the car window, lost in thought as she observed the passing scenery. There appeared to be a high school nearby, with clusters of students strolling along the streets. The city had transformed significantly over time; old streets were revitalized, and towering skyscrapers dominated the skyline.

She recalled her days with Gilbert and Jensen, racing to school in their uniforms, playing and chasing one another. Back then, Gilbert claimed to dislike her, but he always brought an extra serving of breakfast just for her. Jensen, known as the top student, would always lend a helping hand with her homework whenever she struggled or could not finish. He would gaze at her with adoring eyes, much like an older brother.

Remembering those happier times left a bittersweet feeling in her heart.

Now, not only was their romantic relationship damaged beyond repair, but the innocent friendships of their youth had vanished forever. The loss of their child had made her more vulnerable and emotional. Taking a small breath, she tried to alleviate the sadness engulfing her. Turning away, she closed her eyes, attempting to push away her thoughts.

The morning traffic jam took half an hour to clear before they finally arrived at the school. Seeing that Kisa had drifted off to sleep, Gilbert chose not to wake her; instead, he quietly instructed the children to exit the car.

As they left, Blake looked at him anxiously. "Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy?"

Gilbert tenderly touched his face. "Don't worry, everything will be alright. It'll all get better."

As he watched the three children safely enter the school grounds, he finally turned his gaze away. Silently observing Kisa's pale, thin face, his eyes flickered with a mix of concern and complexity. He slowly raised his hand, intending to caress her face. But as his fingers were about to make contact, they dropped back down in defeat.

'She must hate me too, right?'