Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 71 Is This Blood Real?

Why is there so much blood on the snow outside the door?’ Gilbert was shocked and rushed out with no hesitation.

Outside the door, the woman was nowhere to be seen, just a large puddle of shockingly gross blood on the snow.

Kelvin and Andrew had also come running out after him. Andrew tugged at Gilbert’s coat and asked anxiously, “Daddy, where did Ma’am go? Is this blood really Ma’am’s?” “No.” Gilbert replied patiently. But Andrew was apparently not convinced. “If it’s not Ma’am’s, then whose is it? I just saw you dragging her out, Daddy. What did you do to her? I want Ma’am.” He started to cry. “That is enough.” Gilbert bellowed, but his eyes were on the puddle of blood.

When he saw Gilbert’s bad mood, Kelvin hurriedly took Andrew, who was on the verge of tears, over to him and said in a gentle voice, “Don’t worry. Your ma’am will be fine.” With that, he asked the maid to take him inside.

“Kelvin, do you think the blood is real?” Gilbert asked in a sudden murmur as he stared at the blood after Andrew had entered the house.

his hands digging into his pockets. “You might as well just

Gilbert suddenly became silent.

that woman is dying, or do you not want to believe it and would rather lie to yourself?” “Is she really dying?”

he had promised Kisa that he would not tell Gilbert about her condition. After thinking about it for a moment, he simply waved his hand. “How would I know?

get up and leave if she had really vomited so much blood? She always likes that, using tricks to gain sympathy when

but there was no answer. By nightfall, the men who had been sent out to look for her had returned, but there was no sign of Kisa. He even sent out a search of all the hospital admissions in Calthon, but still nothing. He swept the papers off his desk in a sury and

looks so terrified like he is going to kill someone. How can Mrs. Kooper not go into hiding?” Kelvin glanced into the study room and saw Gilbert leaning back in his chair, smoking. Shrouded in the smoke was a face

on the smell of smoke. He saw Gilbert lean back in his chair with his eyes closed and the

trailed off, Robert Russell, a slightly chubby middle-aged man, cautiously walked in. “Mr. Kooper, it is still about the second male lead. I just can’t find a suitable replacement for the