Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 1545

Chapter 1545

"Kelvin! Kelvin!'

A wave of panic laced Gilbert's voice as it echoed through the room. With urgency, Kelvin sprang to his feet and rushed outside. "What happened? Why did she faint again?"

"I don't know. You need to examine her."

Outside, the frantic voices of the two men filled the air. Kisa, hugging her knees, sat in a daze for a moment before slowly rising and making her way out.

Sara had collapsed, her slender frame sprawled on the couch. Her injuries peppered her lower back, arms, and shoulders. The numerous wounds covered a vast area. Months had passed since the explosion, yet her injuries stubbornly refused to heal. The festering wounds created a grotesque sight from afar.

Seeing her wounds in this state for the first time, surprise flickered across Gilbert's face, followed by a deep scowl. "Weren't you treating her? Why-"

"I'm at a loss myself. These are superficial injuries, nothing I can't handle. I've regularly provided her with ointments and reminded her to avoid water and rain..."

His voice trailed off, struck by a sudden realization.

"My God! I saw her standing in the rain the other day. She might have been purposely exposing herself to the elements and allowing her wounds to fester all this time, just to gain your sympathy. These wounds should have healed by now."

Gilbert's brow furrowed, and he stared at the woman on the couch in silence.

Kelvin sighed. "She's relentless. Regardless, she suffered these injuries saving you. You should seriously consider how to care for her."

Visibly agitated, Gilbert yanked at his tie. As he turned, he noticed Kisa standing at the doorway, her face devoid of emotion as she stared their way. He strode over and clasped her hand.

"You know I have no feelings for her. I just owe her my life."

'No, you don't owe her a thing. In fact, she has caused you harm on multiple occasions.' But Kisa kept these thoughts to herself. Without solid evidence, speaking ill of this woman would only backfire. With a calm resolve, she uttered, "Let her stay."

Gilbert's brow furrowed deeper, a clear sign of his internal struggle.

Unable to bear the sight, Kisa gently reached out to smooth his furrowed brow.

"Let her stay, if only to prevent her from using self-harm as a way to emotionally manipulate you."

"Yes, yes. Kisa has a valid point." Kelvin hastily agreed. "If Sara can't see you, she might resort to self-harm. It's better to keep her close. Once her wounds heal, you can have an honest conversation or even ask her to leave."

Gilbert's expression remained clouded with worry.

His deep gaze locked onto Kisa. "You know, we were about to go on that trip."

"It seems that's no longer possible."

Gilbert's grip on her hand tightened suddenly. "But we just agreed-"

"Let's address her situation first." Kisa suggested, casting a glance toward the couch.

Sensing he wanted to say more, she lowered her eyes.

"I'm a bit exhausted. I want to sleep now."

With that, she freed herself from his grasp, turned around, and closed the door.

Inwardly, Gilbert clenched his fists at his sides.

'The spark in her eyes seems to have vanished once again. We'd just agreed, we were supposed to start anew...'

He turned to Kelvin.

"Did you say something to her?"

Taken aback, Kelvin shook his head vigorously. "No, no. It's getting late, and I need to get back to Gracie. So Sara will stay here, and I'll be going." With that, he made a hasty exit.

After settling Sara, Gilbert sat in the living room, lost in thought for a long while before finally mustering the courage to approach Kisa's bedroom door.