Reborn Through Fire

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 614

Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 614

Chapter 614 Don’t Hop Around

Mia’s eyes were red with resentment. “It is all because of you. If you hadn’t forced Jensen to go out and look for him, Jensen wouldn’t have gone missing. If Gilbert comes back and Jensen is missing, I bet you are going to feel guilty for the rest of your life.”

Madalyn covered her face and sobbed uncontrollably, looking pitiful and hateful.

Adrien glanced slyly at Madalyn, the corners of his lips curled up in mockery.

Peter suddenly pulled Mia over. “Come on, Mrs. Kooper Sr. is sad enough. Can you not add salt to injury? Besides, if Gilbert can come back, why not Jensen? In your mind, is Jensen not as capable as Gilbert?”

“Jensen is certainly just as capable as Gilbert. I’m just pissed off.”

“Okay, I know you are angry, but you are not going to skin Mrs. Kooper Sr. alive, are you?”

“Absolutely.” Davian chimed in and said to Mia, “Mrs. Kooper Sr. is at least Jensen’s grandmother. If you rebuke her like this, Jensen will not be happy if he finds out.”

“Heh, Jensen’s grandmother?” Mia sneered, “When did she treat Jensen like her own grandson? To her, she has only one grandson, and that is Gilbert.”

“It’s not like that…” Madalyn wanted to say something,

but words were stuck in her throat.

She sobbed for a while before saying, “Jensen is just as important to me.”

“Hmph!” Mia snorted.

“Come on, we are all anxious, and Mrs. Kooper Sr. was even more than us. Let’s wait for the blizzard to stop,”

Adrien said to Mia.

Mia stared at him sullenly, her hands clenched into fists,

her heart filled with anger and resentment. She felt sorry

for Jensen. ‘None of these people would care about

Jensen. The thing he values most has at last abandoned

him.‘

Gilbert woke up with a slight headache. He sat up and turned his neck from side to side; only then did he feel more awake. The fire beside him had gone out, leaving only a little spark of residual heat. Covered with his own

black coat, there was no sign of Kisa in front of him. He panicked and scanned the cave surroundings, only to see

her collecting branches by the pond.

Kisa was carrying a pile of twigs in her arms; it seemed she had been doing that for a while. She was still limping and walking, her movement becoming more difficult and posture unpleasant.

He frowned, got up, and walked over.

This cave had a lot of these dead twigs. It took her just a short while to collect an armful of twigs. Kisa was very

happy.

When she saw a branch the size of an arm in the

flowering bush, she was delighted and hopped over. Just as she was about to bend down to pick it up, a warm, large hand tugged at her wrist. Kisa looked over in puzzlement. Before she could open her mouth, she was manhandled back to the fireplace.

“Don’t hop around before your foot fully recovers!”

“I’m not hopping around. I’m-”

“We are on our own now, and if you get yourself hurt before the blizzard stops, you will only become a burden. “He was both reproachful and disgusted.

Kisa pursed her lips and said nothing. Her joy of having collected so much firewood died down instantly.

Gilbert looked up at her and pursed his lips. “All right, I’m not blaming you. I just hope your foot gets better

soon, so we can get out easily.”

Kisa still said nothing, her head hung low, and Gilbert could not quite see her face.

He took all the firewood from her. Then he held her

hands and rubbed them in his palms. “Why are your hands so cold? I told you to put my coat on, but you didn’t listen. What if you get sick?”