Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 643

Chapter 643 Wise Up, You Poor Thing

“Well, I did it for you.”

Adrien looked at him with a frank expression. There was a hint of mockery in his smile, “If I didn’t do this, how would you know what you are to your grandmother? I’ve already said this long ago: to her, only Gilbert is her grandchild. You’re merely a dog she had adopted out of false goodwill. To her, you were a dog with many uses. Not only could you keep Gilbert company, but you could protect him too. They could even order you around at their disposal and throw you out when they no longer need you. I can’t believe you still care about them after all these years. Oh, Jensen, you just can’t seem to see the truth.”

Adrien puffed his cigarette. Through the cigarette smoke, his smiling face seemed incredibly mocking.

Jensen tightened his fists and roared at him resentfully, “Even so, what’s it got to do with you? However they treat me, it’s still better than how you treated me. Who are you to criticize them or mock me? You’re even more heartless compared to them.”

“How dare you!”

Adrien promptly stood up and slapped Jensen across his face as soon as he finished his sentence.

Since Jensen was already drunk and wobbly on his feet, the impact of Adrien’s slap sent him flying to the ground.

Mia shouted in terror and hurriedly went over to help him up.

Adrien looked down at Jensen in disdain as if he were looking at trash. However, his gaze was mingled with an inexplicable sense of pity, “Do you really think that you can be family with the Kooper family? Let me tell you this, it’s impossible! You can’t even imagine how heartless Mrs. Kooper Sr. is. I used your phone to mislead her so that you could see who she truly is. She’s always plotting something and has only been genuine to her own son and grandchild. If you were the one who got poisoned and on your deathbed, and Gilbert were the one who refused to pick fruits, do you think he would curse at Gilbert the way she did? Hah. No, she wouldn’t. She’d just watch you die. She would never ask her grandchild to risk his life to pick the fruit in the mountains, so wise up, you poor thing.”

“Stop it,” Mia hugged Jensen tightly. She pleaded to Adrien through tears, “I’m begging you to stop. Your words are no different from torturing him slowly. Do you really feel happy seeing him in pain?”

Adrien’s expression was cold with a hint of cruelness.

He sneered, “If I don’t say such things, he’ll never realize the truth.”