Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 230

Chapter 230 His Beloved

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

After knocking on the door thrice, Kisa waited quietly in front of the door with her head down.

Soon after, the door opened.

Jensen was dressed in casual clothes. Nevertheless, his relaxed and casual attire did not conceal his air of nobility.

He had a cigarette between his fingers. However, he put it out the moment he saw Kisa. "What's up, Kisa?" Jensen asked as he turned around to open the windows. Jensen's thoughtfulness and consideration made Kisa feel a mixture of emotions.

She had always thought Jensen did not smoke. However, it turned out that he only refrained from smoking in front of her because he was concerned about her health. Suddenly, she thought of how her mother and Jensen's father's relationship was filled with regrets and sorrow. She felt a lump in her throat.

Then, she inhaled deeply and smiled at Jensen, "It's alright, Jensen. I'm much better now. A little cigarette smoke is fine."

"Better safe than sorry."

Jensen poured Kisa a glass of water. Just as he lifted his eyes to meet hers, he frowned, "Your eyes...'

Kisa cried over her mother's tragic past the entire night, causing her eyes to be red and swollen.

She smiled, "It's nothing. Last night, I read about my mother's past and missed her a lot, so I cried a little."

Jensen sighed. He turned around and handed her an eye mask, "Use this on your eyes later."

"Okay." Kisa nodded.

She turned to him perplexedly, "Sorry, Jensen. The book mentioned only my mother and your father traveling to East Lake. Other than that, I didn't see anything else related to him."

'Jensen is six years older than me. No matter how I think of it, David must've had Jensen with another woman before my mother married Christopher. That's why, before I get to the bottom of things, I don't want Jensen to get the idea of my mother being the third person in his parents' marriage.

Jensen smiled nonchalantly, "It's fine. The term father never really meant much to me."

Back when he was a child, his father often verbally abused him.

"You vile thing! Why did you have to appear? Why did you have to exist? You wench, who let you give birth to him secretly? Huh? Why did you give birth to him? You all don't know what I've lost because of your existence! Get lost! Don't ever let me see you all again! Scram!"

He would hide behind his mother in fear. However, it was to no avail. Not only did his father

hate him, but he hated his mother too.

'I once asked my mother why my father loathed us so. My mother told me that our existence had led to him losing his beloved. Hah, his beloved! Ever since then, I knew that I was a disgrace and a mistake in his eyes. In this world, only my mother had accepted me and looked forward to my birth. But she...' he thought.

Kisa saw that Jensen had a rather ruthless expression on his face instead of his usually calm one. It was an expression that she had never seen before.

Kisa felt her heart skip and reached out to touch him in response.

"Jensen, what's the..."

"Get lost!"

"Ah!"

Before Kisa could finish her sentence, Jensen suddenly shoved her aside violently as if he snapped.

Kisa was flung onto the coffee table in the blink of an eye.

The glass cups on the table fell onto the ground and shattered.

Then, Kisa also fell onto the ground. Her palms and arms came into contact with the glass shards and stained the carpet crimson.

Jensen snapped out of his daze.

His expression promptly changed, "Kisa!"