Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 87

"I investigated the matter yesterday based on what you told me, and I've found out that there's actually a road near Mrs. Kooper Sr.'s place that leads to a village called Mullenby. There was a girl named Snow Mullen who lived in that village. She died ten years ago. After asking around, I discovered that she was Howard Mullen's younger sister."

Davian looked closely at Kisa's face as he said, "It's weird, but the picture of Snow Mullen on her tombstone looks a little like you—skinny."

Kisa frowned at the sound of that. 'Could it be? Was Howard telling the truth? Did I get him all wrong? But if he wasn't the one who was behind the news, then who was it?' Kisa could not think of anyone other than Sharon Case and Howard Mullen.

"Besides that, what else did you learn about the news incident?"

"Well, I went to the newspaper that first published the news. They insisted that you're the one who said you're the wife of GK Pictures's CEO and that you asked them to stake out in front of Mrs. Kooper Sr.'s residence. How was I supposed to find out more?" Davian replied.

He looked at her helplessly and said, "Tell me, Mrs. Kooper, did you do it?"

"What do you think?" Kisa sneered.

Davian quickly shook his head, "I believe it wasn't you, Mrs. Kooper. There may be a big man behind this whole operation. After all, that newspaper is very famous. The person who bribed them must not be an average Joe. However, I don't know what this big shot's goal is. Is he trying to hurt GK?"

Kisa's heart sank slightly. She was also worried about this. She wondered, 'If the news incident was not just a simple publicity stunt, the other party is likely to be a malicious person. Few people know about my true identity. So, who could this person be?'

A wicked cold face suddenly flashed across her mind, and her chest tightened.

'Could it really be him?'

After the talk with Davian, she didn't go back to sleep. Instead, she washed up and went into Gilbert's room once again.

This time, Kisa had secretly decided that no matter how much trouble or humiliation this man created for her, she would remain calm and act as if she didn't hear his hurtful words.

Gilbert was stunned when he saw her. He did not expect her to come over. "What? You couldn't help it? Do you want your phone back to call that boy toy of yours?"

Kisa went straight to the coffee table without saying a word. She picked up the medical kit and walked toward him.

Gilbert frowned as he stared at her suspiciously. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Changing the dressing for your wound," she replied.

Her expressionless face made him even more suspicious of her intentions.

"You? Helping with my wound? That's mighty kind of you," Gilbert stared at Kisa's submissive look.

"I'm telling you, no matter how much you try to please me, you're not getting your phone back, and you're definitely not getting out," he snorted.

Kisa ignored his comment and took a pair of scissors and some rubbing alcohol from the medical kit. "Take your nightwear off," she said.

Gilbert did not budge, so she reached out to unbutton his collar.

His face sank. He subconsciously raised his hand to push her away, but his hand froze midair when he smelled her faint scent.

She then pulled his nightwear down to his waist, picked up the pair of scissors, and carefully removed the gauze from his wound.

She hoped for nothing more than for Gilbert to get better soon so she would not have to take care of him anymore.

While Kisa delicately treated his wound, she was unaware that she was almost pressing her head against his chest. Gilbert looked down and saw the top of her head; she had beautiful hair. Each strand of her hair that swept across his chest was as soft as a feather.

Unable to help himself, Gilbert raised his hand to stroke her hair, but just as his fingers were about to do so, a sound of teasing came from the door.