Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1575

Kisa tenderly wiped away the mud and grime from Gilbert's hands and face with a warm, damp towel. Finishing her task, she held his hand tightly and whispered, "It's over now. Everything's going to be okay. Ada's safe too. If you're exhausted, just close your eyes and rest. I'll be here, watching over you."

Gilbert remained silent, but he dutifully closed his eyes. She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and left the room, her heart heavy with concern for her shaken daughter.

Davian and George were comforting the children when she entered the room. Davian, anxiety etched on his face, asked, "Is Mr. Kooper alright?"

Kisa shook her head. "His injuries aren't life-threatening, but he hasn't uttered a word." George's lips tightened, as if sensing something deeper. Kisa cast her gaze downward, asking, "When his parents were taken from him, was the scene anything like this?

on, the thunder's roar and lightning's flash heightening

in George's arms. Kisa approached, lifting Ada into her own embrace, and looked at

a heavy heart, George nodded. "Yes, on that fateful night when Mr. Kooper's parents met their tragic end, the rain poured down just like tonight. He was drenched in blood, just as he was

cruel fate, his childhood could have been filled with happiness.' A crushing wave of guilt washed over

pain, George offered reassurance. "You mustn't torment yourself with thoughts of the past. You can't blame yourself for what happened back then, and

stolen by sorrow. Andrew and Blake, sensing her heartache, approached with their tiny arms outstretched. They wrapped around her, offering comfort in their innocent embrace. Kisa smiled through her tears, overwhelmed by guilt. Gilbert would not blame her, but she could not help blaming herself. She had hoped to forget

dimly lit bedroom, she found Gilbert asleep, his face contorted with anguish, a prisoner to

the lines of his troubled expression. She curled her arm around his waist, holding him close. Burying her face in the warmth of his neck, her voice trembled. "I want

broke, laden with the weight of