Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 546

Chapter 546 Can't You Just Hold It In?

Kisa froze and hurriedly wiped her tears. Then, she wheeled herself to the corner and tried to minimize her presence.

She felt awful just now, so she purposefully hid at the fifth floor's stairwell to recompose herself.

Most people did not use the stairwell, let alone the fifth floor's stairwell.

Kisa figured the person causing the sounds of the footsteps was in a hurry to go upstairs but could not get into an escalator, so they took the stairs instead. She had her back against the staircase while her face toward the wall. She even quieted her breathing a little.

The sight of Kisa facing the wall was enough to frighten someone at night.

However, it was strange because the footsteps behind her had stopped.

She frowned in confusion.

'Was the person going to the fifth floor? But if they're going to the fifth floor, why aren't they coming over to push the fire door open?' she wondered.

She scrunched her brows and listened quietly.

'The footsteps are really gone,' she thought.

She could not help but wonder if she was hallucinating just now.

Even though the footsteps were no longer heard, there was a suffocating feeling in the air. Moreover, a hint of tobacco could be detected in the air. She gripped the paper shred in her hand and slowly turned around.

The moment she turned around, she almost screamed.

"You? What're you doing here?"

Gilbert looked like a ghost. He leaned against the wall while puffing his cigarette. He was only a couple of feet away from her.

The smell of cigarettes grew stronger.

She frowned deeply and made a contemptuous expression.

Gilbert flicked his cigarette and did not look at her. Then, he said indifferently, "There were too many people in the smoking area, so I came here." "Can't you just hold it in?"

"Nope!"

Kisa snorted in disdain.

'His self-control isn't as good as Jensen's. Jensen can hold himself back and has never smoked in front of me, but he can't,' she thought.

Kisa did not say anything more and wheeled herself to the fire door. Just as she was about to pull the heavy door open, the man suddenly spoke.

"Why did you suddenly get the thought of doing a DNA test with Ada and Andrew?"

Kisa's hand froze before she pulled the door open.

The DNA test was a wound deep within her heart. She crumpled the paper shreds on her knees, "It's nothing. I just suddenly fantasized and wondered if they'd be my children. After all, they share the same birthday as my child. I could not help myself from fantasizing when there was such a coincidence."

Gilbert exhaled a smoke ring and gazed darkly at her frail shoulders.

Kisa suppressed the bitterness she felt within. Then, she smiled bitterly, "At the end of the day, my fantasy was still just fantasy. They're not my children."

"And so you've given up?"

"I'm not giving up but accepting reality."

Gilbert lowered his gaze and flicked the cigarette ash. He thought of what the pathologist had told him earlier on.

"Ms. Becker and the two children are really not related. There's no mistake."

"Um, we weren't bribed. Unless... Unless there was an issue with the hair Ms. Becker provided."

Then, Gilbert lifted his gaze and stared at the back of Kisa's head.

He frowned.

'She stays with Ada and Andrew, so there's definitely no issue with the hair strand. The pathologist must've been paid off. But who? And how did the person know that Kisa was here to do a DNA test? Is there an insider around here?' he wondered.

Suddenly, he felt his finger getting burned. His cigarette had burned out.

He quickly put out his cigarette. When he lifted his head again, he saw the woman still sitting in the wheelchair with her back against him.

His gaze lowered and fell on the back of her wheelchair. He scrunched his brows and snorted disdainfully, "You've been acting pitiful in front of Jensen a lot, huh? Look at you. You were able to walk around when you were with me. But when it's with him, you're so fragile that you need a wheelchair."