Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 12

"Ma'am, there's a painting like this in my daddy's room."

Kisa was washing the vegetables, and her heart skipped a beat when she heard what Andrew said. She had given that painting to Gilbert when she was thirteen. Kisa never thought he would still keep it. She thought he probably wanted to use that painting as a constant reminder of his hatred for her. Otherwise, there was no other reasonable explanation.

"Wow, ma'am, your cooking smells so good." Andrew burst out in admiration when she brought the cooked dishes over.

Kisa, on the other hand, did not respond to him, as the boy's deliberate ingratiation made her a little uncomfortable.

"Ma'am, this is the best meal I have ever had." Andrew ate with gusto, his little face full of satisfaction.

Kisa stared at him in a predicament and felt sad. 'If my child were still alive, would he also enjoy eating my cooking?'

It got dark quickly in winter. Maybe Andrew was tired; he went to bed after dinner. When Kisa tucked him in, she noticed something jiggling under his pillow. She pulled it out and saw that it was a cell phone, and Ada had sent him messages.

[Are you with that lady now?]

[Have you asked her if she knows where Mommy is?]

[How are you doing? Is that lady treating you well?]

[Andrew?]

[Andrew?]

...

Ada asked several questions in a row, and Kisa could imagine Ada's anxious look, judging by the last few sentences.

Kisa turned off the phone, intending to ignore it, but when she thought of Ada's anxious appearance, she could not help but reply.

[Your brother is asleep.]

Then she took a picture of Andrew and sent it to Ada, in case she did not believe her.

[You are Madam?] Ada replied quickly.

[Yes. Don't worry about your brother; it's not like I will eat him.]

Over here, Ada saw Kisa's reply and felt much at ease.