Reborn Through Fire

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 556

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 556

Chapter 556 Making a Fool of Yourself

Gilbert snorted as he looked down at her. The smoke he exhaled loomed above her head, with a nicotine smell drifting into her nostrils, irritating her. “I can’t believe you have such a high opinion of yourself, thinking I came to the hospital on purpose to create a chance encounter with you,” Gilbert said, bending downward slightly, and said with a low, bitter voice, “I no longer have feelings for you since you stabbed me that day. Creating a chance encounter? Do you even think it is possible?”

His sarcastic chuckle made her feel as if she was the one who was making a fool of herself. She clutched the wheelchair’s armrest in anger and nervousness. Her hands were red from the cold, her slender fingers looking fragile in the wind.

Gilbert glanced at her hands indifferently and sneered, “Look, playing the pity card is only your own undoing. Had you stopped pretending and gotten on your feet, you would have gotten into the car in no time. Why are you still freezing here?”

Kisa gritted her teeth. “Why do you care? You said you did not create a chance encounter, then why did you always appear in the hospital for no good reason? Mr. Kooper, I remember that you have a family doctor.”

“I’m here to get the medical report for my grandmother.” He was indeed here to collect his grandmother’s medical report, but someone else could send it back, or Davian could have come to get it. But he happened to pass by the hospital today, and he just dropped in for

some reason.

Kisa sneered. “You collected the medical report in the surgical wing? I didn’t know they had medical check–up services in the surgery department.”

Gilbert’s face darkened. “What are you trying to say? Do you really think I’m here for you?” “I didn’t say that.” Of course, she did not think that he had created the chance encounter. She said that just to take a jab at him.

Gilbert suddenly pointed at his chest. “The wound from your stab hasn’t healed yet. Can’t I come to see a doctor?”

“What is Kelvin for, then? Is he no match for the doctors here?”

Gilbert suddenly laughed mockingly. “Kisa, do you really want me to care about you so much that you have to make the excuse that I’m here to meet you by chance, huh?” He was highly sarcastic toward the end of the sentence.

Kisa looked away. She did not hope for that. Just then, Jensen walked toward them in the snow. She was so happy that she broke into a smile as she finally did not have to face Gilbert anymore.

Gilbert saw the change in her expression and took that all in. He raised his chin and took a drag on his cigarette, his face looking unconcerned.

“Gilbert, what brought you here?”

“To help Grandma collect her medical report.” Gilbert’s voice reeked of sulkiness.

“Is Grandma alright?”

“She is in perfect health.”

“That’s good.” Jensen smiled and said nothing more. A layer of snow coated his shoulders.

He reached out to sweep it away, then walked behind Kisa and swept the snow off her shoulder, too. “I thought I told you to wait under the eaves? Why did you come down?” His voice carried a reproachful

undertone.

Kisa glanced at Gilbert, who was still smoking, and the scornful look on his face remained. Kisa bit her lower lip and said, “Let’s go. It is cold.”

Jensen took off his coat and covered her body. Kisa subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Jensen held down her shoulders. “You are still unwell. Leave it on.”

That prompted another snort of laughter from Gilbert.

Kisa was exasperated. ‘Even if I’m pretending here, what does it matter to him? Who is he to laugh at her?‘

Jensen straightened up and looked at Gilbert. “Mr. Tanner invited us to the spa tomorrow. Are you going?”