Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1472

Chapter 1472

Chapter 1472

It was dinner time, but Thomas was nowhere to be found. Kisa headed to the kitchen to arrange some grub for him, only to find that the servants had already prepared two portions of food.

Kisa flashed a smile at one of the servants and said, “I will take one of them to Thomas.”

The servant looked at her awkwardly and said, “These are for Peter.”

Kisa was confused. “Hold up! Isn’t this two servings? Is he seriously about to eat two identical meals all by himself?”

“There’s more to it than just Peter,” the servant said eagerly, but the older servant cut her off with a quick nudge to the arm.

“Mrs. Kooper, Peter has been eating like a horse lately. He can finish two servings of food no problem!” exclaimed the older servant.

“Are you thinking of sending some food over to Thomas? I can cook it up for you right now.”

With a quick nod to the other servant, she motioned for her to take the dishes away.

Kisa furrowed her brows, deep in thought. ‘Has Peter been eating well recently? If that’s the case. how come he has shed so much weight? Plus, even if he does have a big appetite, knowing his picky personality, would he really chow down on two portions of the same meal? What’s up with him?

The servant ended up cooking a steaming plate of spaghetti for Thomas, which Kisa happily took up to him. However, on the way, she bumped into Gilbert, who stood with his arms folded, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wow, you are just overflowing with kindness to everyone,” he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kisa was not having it. “Thomas got chewed out because of me. It is only right that I go and check on him.”

Gilbert snorted and stalked off to his room, slamming the door so hard that the whole house shook.

Kisa pursed her lips and walked toward Thomas’s room, carrying a tray in one hand and knocking on the door with the other. After a while, the door opened, accompanied by the pungent smell of smoke. Kisa waved her hand to clear the air and looked at the man standing at the door.

In the daytime, Thomas wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and always greeted people with a smile, giving the impression of a refined and cultured gentleman. But now, without his glasses and with disheveled hair, he seemed rather despondent and distant.

“Mrs. Kooper, do you need something?” Thomas asked, noticing her distaste for the smell of smoke and quickly extinguishing his cigarette.

Kisa smiled at him. “I noticed you didn’t have dinner, so I brought you some spaghetti. It was made by your servant.”

Thomas reluctantly smiled and stepped aside to let her in. The room was dark, with the curtains tightly closed. After Kisa entered, Thomas turned on the main light, and the room was instantly as bright as day.

She placed the spaghetti on a low table and urged him to eat. “Come on, it’s still hot.”

“Thank you,” Thomas said, his face filled with a hint of sadness.

Kisa felt guilty and apologetic. “I’m really sorry about what happened today. It’s my fault that you got scolded. I never thought Mr. Webb Sr. would blame you for such a trivial matter, especially when you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Thomas sighed. “That’s just how he is. He’s strict with me, and sometimes I feel like he’s using me as his punching bag. I even wonder if I’m really his son because he treats me and Peter so differently. Throughout my life, he has always favored Peter, and no matter who did something wrong, I always ended up getting punished.”

Thomas spoke with bitterness and suddenly took a sip of his drink, his face filled with melancholy and gloom.

Kisa looked at him intently, not knowing what to say. But then a bold guess suddenly flashed through her mind.

When she did not say anything, Thomas awkwardly laughed. “I’m sorry. It’s my own family matters. I didn’t mean to burden you with my problems.”

She shook her head and stared at him without blinking. “Peter told me that you have a crimson birthmark on your chest. Do you mind if I take a look?”