Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 76 Stomping Her Pride Into the Dirt The door of the study was closed but Gilbert remained silent as he leaned against the table and took a deep puff. The chilly rain had drenched both of them. Kisa hugged herself and felt only chill.

Her voice was seemingly trembling as she said, “Just say what you want to say. If you want to take revenge, come on then.” She hated silence like this, especially when she was cold and being extremely miserable. The man’s expression was extremely scary, and his silence made him even more terrifying to approach. Kisa bit her lips and thinking of Madalyn’s condition the other day, she could not help but ask, “Is Grandma alright?” “Silence! You have no right to speak of her!” Gilbert suddenly erupted into a furious roar.

With him bursting in anger, the wound at his chest looked like it was about to come apart again as the blood stains immediately faintly spread across the rain-soaked shirt. Kisa stared at the bloodstain on his chest for a moment before walking over.

The doctor had repeatedly reminded her that his wound cannot be infected or it will be very troublesome.

That wound was made by her, and the reason she was helping him reapply the bandage and medicating it was in hopes that he would not seek revenge on her for that stab.

There was a medicine box on the table, which seemed like it was specifically prepared to treat his wounds.

Yet when she brought the medicine and gauze before him, he suddenly turned around and angrily pressed her against the table.

looked back into his cold, dark eyes, “You really think I did that?” “Who else then? Back then, you risked life and limb to

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I’m disgusting, what

his role back, you wouldn’t even budge. Now with how trending this news is, you saw room for profit and immediately gave

the more disgusting one here?” Gilbert’s

to suppress this news when it first reared its head. The reason it’s trending now is clearly you allowed it to happen on purpose. You saw

Gilbert let out a mocking short but

before him. “So does that mean you admit

not? You’d still think I had a hand in this no matter

that, kill me if you want to, but stop clutching

was aching and was uncomfortable all over. She only wanted to go back to her room, take a hot bath and get a good night’s sleep. Yet, her mocking tone once again aroused the man’s anger. “Let me tell you, no matter what you do, Howard Mullen will never be popular!” As he said that, he brutally

Kisa felt that her