Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Has She Died Yet?

After George finished, he did not hear Gilbert’s response for a while.

So he could not help but glance in the rearview mirror, only to see Gilbert had closed his eyes with no expression on his face. No one knew what was on his mind. George pursed his lips, wondering if Gilbert really did not care about his wife at all now.

As it was a matter of life and death, he could not help but speak again. “Mr. Kooper, she-”

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“Huh?”

It struck George dumb when Gilbert suddenly spoke. “Who died?”

“Kisa.”

Gilbert’s tone was nonchalant. He did not sound worried at all.

Suddenly, George was at a loss for words.

“Heck!” Gilbert suddenly sneered. “Kisa is addicted to playing victims now. Next time, if you come across that woman, tell her I’m willing to give her a hand and save her the trouble of pretending if kisa is really so eager to die.”

‘It is ridiculous. I haven’t even given her the comeuppance, and she has come to make trouble again. She is really addicted to cheating me with this, isn’t she?’ He secretly gritted his teeth.’ This time, I will settle the score with you, kisa. Just wait and see.”

George looked at the grimness and hatred on his face, startled. After a while, he sighed helplessly. ‘It has been five years. Hasn’t Mr. Kooper forgiven Madam yet?!

The Kooper residence–

“I don’t want to eat. I just want Ma’am. Get out. All get out.” Gilbert had just reached outside the room when dishes were thrown out, landing at his feet and shattering on the floor. He quietly stared with a darkened face at Andrew, who was throwing his tantrum inside. George had only mentioned on the phone that Andrew was throwing a tantrum and refused to eat every day, but he did not expect that it was all because of Kisa.

Whenever Gilbert thought of the scene at the hospital that day, he would get so furious with blue veins popping up on his forehead. If it had not been for a sudden incident in the company that required him to go on a business trip, he would have paid Kisa back in spades.

While Gilbert was abroad, he had been thinking of skinning Kisa alive all the time. At this moment, when seeing his beloved son throw his tantrum over Kisa, his hatred and anger almost exploded.

“How long has he been like this?”

“He was clamoring to see the woman when he was in the hospital. Now it is even to the point of throwing his tantrums and making a hunger strike,” George said.

Gilbert was even more furious upon hearing this. ‘I wonder what that liar has done to my

children that they now have become so attached to her.’

“Mr. Kooper, what should we do? Andrew is still sick. If he still refuses to eat, I’m afraid”

“Force him to eat if he doesn’t,” Gilbert said.

“How can you do that? This boy has always been amenable to coaxing, but not coercion. If you do that, I’m afraid he will resent you,” George said.

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“It’s better for him to resent me than to watch him starve to death.”

George resignedly shook his head. After a while of hesitation, he said, “Why don’t you ask Mrs. Kooper back?”

“No way.” Gilbert snorted.

“But Andrew’s life is more important. Whatever feud between you and your wife have, it can always be settled later.”

This time, Gilbert hesitated.

And George quickly added. “I will ask the bodyguards to find Mrs. Kooper and invite her back.”

“No need.” Gilbert secretly clenched his hands. “I will go myself.”