Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 226

Chapter 226 Facing It Alone

She would never have believed that Christopher would miss her. She would never have believed that th
ey really wanted her to go back to the Case residence for dinner. This time, they used her mother’s bel
ongings as bait, so they must have come up with another scheme to trap her. She sneered, Do they re
ally think I’m the same old Kisa who was so gullible and an easy target?‘

The doorbell rang twice; it sounded unhurried. Kisa opened the door.

Jensen was standing quietly outside with a gentle smile on her lips and an
air of dignity around him. “Carolyn and Sharon were here?”

Kisa was startled. “How do you know?”

“I just saw them downstairs,” Jensen said, walking in. “They didn’t come to cause problems for you, did
they?”

Kisa shook her head. “They brought me my mother’s belongings.”

“I didn’t know they were so kind.” There was a hint of sarcasm and suspicion in Jensen’s voice.

‘Look, even others think that this mother and daughter are sinister. Kisa snickered as she took out the j
ewelry and the book she had just taken. “These are not the only things my mother left at the Case resid
ence. They want me to go back and find it myself.”

“So are you going?” Jensen sat on the couch and was about to smoke when he suddenly and quietly p
ut the cigarette pack back into his pocket, as if something came to mind.

“Yeah.” Kisa poured him a glass of water. “Why not?”



“Aren’t you afraid they are up to something?”

“So what if I’m afraid? Even if I don’t go this time, they will still think of other ways to hurt. me.”

Jensen nodded in acknowledgment. “Then do you want me to go with you?”

“No.” Kisa slowly narrowed her eyes and said firmly, “I will have to face this alone after
all. 1 want them to know that I’m not the same Kisa they used to bully.”

Jensen leaned back on the couch and chuckled. “That is good. But be careful. If there is anything I can
do, just let me know.”

“Absolutely.” Kisa nodded and picked up her mother’s little book to read. The book was the size of a pal
m, not like a diary, but more like a notebook for keeping track of things or practicing her writing. She ha
d often seen her mother write when she was a child. Her mother was a talented writer, so under her tut
elage, her handwriting was also beautiful. The handwriting in this book was all of her mother’s. Turning
over one page, the paper was all yellowed, and the handwriting on it was slightly smudged.

[March 17, East Lake with David. He suddenly confessed his love to me. What should I do?]

There was only one line on this page. As if her mother had no one to talk to and could only write in this
book to vent. The name David sounded familiar.

Jensen subconsciously clenched his hand on his knees, his gaze gloomy. “Kisa, what are you

looking at?”

“Something my mother left behind when she was alive.” Kisa tucked the two books, thinking she would t

Jensen stared at the book in her arms. “Can I see it?”



Kisa was stunned and hesitant to say anything.

Jensen laughed. “I’m sorry to be so abrupt. I was just curious to see if there was any information about m


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