Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 366

Chapter 366 Have You Forgotten How I Saved His Life?

Kisa didn’t want to argue too much with him. She took a deep breath and started the car.

It was still Gilbert who cooked in the evening.

But she did not eat. She had been locking herself in her room since she got back. The curtains were
closed, and she stood in front of the mirror, repeatedly stroking the burn scars on her back. Her eyes
reddened at the thought of the baby, whose skin had turned purple and who was voiceless. She leaned
against the mirror and cried, biting the back of her hand as she tried to suppress her voice. She hated
that man, never because of the ugly scars nor because of the pain of burning. What she hated was the
man’s heartlessness, the despair and suffocation that the fire brought her, and the grief that the
voiceless child brought her.

“Gilbert…” She choked on a sob, “I will never in my life forgive you.

In the living room, Andrew stared at Gilbert’s grim face and cautiously asked, “Daddy, Ma’am hasn’t
eaten. Will she be hungry? Why don’t I bring her some food in?”

“No.”

Ada frowned. “Then what if she starves?”

“She won’t die. Just take

your meal.”

Ada pouted at Andrew, who shook his head helplessly.



At night, Mia covered Blake with a blanket. When she got up, she suddenly heard Blake murmuring
something. She subconsciously leaned over to listen, and then she had a lump in her throat as she
heard Blake murmur, “mommy,“. He repeatedly muttered with a whimpering cry. Mia lowered her eyes
glumly, stroked his forehead, and coaxed in a low voice, “Don’t be sad. Your mother loves you very
much. Just that she doesn’t know your existence yet. “Blake rolled over and turned his back to her. Mia
was unsure if he was awake and tried calling him in a whisper, but he did not respond. She sighed and
went out, gently closing the door behind her.

Coming downstairs to the living room, Mia found Jensen sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette. She
did not know when he had come. Her eyes lit up upon seeing him, and she walked over to him softly.
“Here you are.”

“How is Blake?” Jensen exhaled a ring of smoke and asked, his voice consistently low and melodic, but
it always seemed to be mixed with a touch of melancholy.

She looked at him for a long time and said, “Something is bothering him. He is probably eager to meet
his biological parents.” With that, she let out a self–deprecating smile. “This child obviously doesn’t
know who his biological parents are, but he still wants to be like other children, wanting his biological
mother and father.”

Jensen fell silent and smoked away as if he was suppressing some emotion.

Mia pursed her lips before saying hesitantly, “Why don’t we give him back to Gilbert and Kisa?
Whatever the problems between them, Blake will still have a mother and a father, besides a brother
and sister, if he returns to them.”

Blake was hiding around the corner of the stairs, clenching his hands. He sat on the stairsteps, his
body trembling slightly with emotion.



Jensen still did not say a word, his face pensive, as if thinking of something.

Mia pondered for a long time and said, “I saw today that his brother and sister like him. Especially his
sister Ada; she really likes him. I believe he will be happy when he returns to them.”

Jensen had finished his cigarette, stubbed it out, and then said to Mia, “Have you forgotten how I saved
his life?”


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