Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert)
Chapter 547

Chapter 547 The Strength He Used Got Progressively Stronger

"Kisa Becker. Do you know that you look really ridiculous right now? It's an ugly sight."

Kisa was feeling down because of the DNA test. After she heard Gilbert's words of ridicule, she started laughing out of anger.

She wheeled herself to face him.

She peered at the man's contemptuous and frosty expression and forced a smile, "You're right. I particularly enjoy acting pitiful in front of him because it works really well on him."

Gilbert took out another cigarette and lit it.

He took a deep puff and snorted sarcastically.

"Then why are you using a wheelchair in front of me right now?" he said as he looked at her.

Then, he chuckled and sneered, "This act doesn't work on me at all."

Kisa gripped the armrest on her wheelchair and did not respond.

Suddenly, Gilbert walked toward her and peered down at her.

His contemptuous gaze drifted up and down her injured leg.

Kisa wore a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants today. The hem of her pants was also loose and completely covered her ankles.

Just by looking at her, no one could tell that she had a swollen ankle.

Gilbert promptly squatted down.

He held the cigarette in one hand while his other pointed at Kisa's injured leg.

"I recall your injury being on this leg?"

Kisa did not respond and stared at him icily.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, the man pinched her injured ankle roughly.

Kisa immediately screamed out in pain.

He seemed to have used a lot of strength, as it hurt her a lot more than when the doctor pinched her. This time, it was so painful it made her cry.

She peered at him through red, teary eyes that were filled with hatred and aggrievance.

Gilbert stared at her as his smile grew even more contemptuous.

"I advise you to force your tears back in and not look at me like that. Otherwise, I'll feel disgusted."

Kisa took a deep breath and turned away.

She haphazardly wiped away the tears from her eyes.

'Even if he didn't remind me, I wouldn't shed a single tear in front of him,' thought Kisa.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, the man pinched her ankle again roughly. This time, it was rougher than the previous time.

Earlier on, Kisa hissed in pain because she was not prepared.

This time, she gritted her teeth and did not make a sound.

She gripped the wheelchair's armrests and stared icily at the man in front of her.

"You're f*cking sick!"

Gilbert exhaled a smoke ring and chuckled, "You like acting, right? If you're going to act, make it look real. That way, men will feel bad for you. Do you understand?"

Then, he pinched her injured ankle again for the third time. Each time he pinched her, the strength he used got progressively stronger.

Kisa could not stand the pain. Out of anger, she raised her other leg and kicked him.

Gilbert swiftly dodged her.

He turned sideways, and the Kisa's foot landed in his hand.

Kisa felt embarrassed and wanted to retract her foot.

However, Gilbert grabbed her foot firmly.

His smile looked unusually cruel surrounded by his cigarette smoke.

"Since you like being in a wheelchair this much, I'll help you worsen the injury on your leg. This way, you can rightfully continue using it for a while more. Most importantly, you can make Jensen pity you even more," he said as his gaze grew cold.

Then, he roughly jerked her leg.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Gilbert yanked Kisa off the wheelchair.

Kisa fell to the ground ungracefully. The bones beneath her waist were in pain from the fall, whereas her injured ankle was making her tremble in pain.

She tried her best to hold back her tears. Then, she glared at him fiercely, "You're f*cking

sick!"