Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 7

"Kill me if you dare."

She deeply hated being shut in, as in prison, which only made her feel suffocated and despaired.

Gilbert gave her an icy look. He suddenly got up, lifted her injured ankle, and immediately took a medication bottle out of his pocket.

Realizing what he was about to do, Kisa jerked her foot back as hard as she could and sneered. "Stop shedding crocodile tears here."

"Kisa Berker!" Gilbert gritted his teeth and spelled out her name, so furious that veins popped up on his forehead.

Kisa stared at him with a mocking face. "Aren't you just afraid that I will die of pain and you won't have the chance to torture me anymore? I'm not going to give you the chance."

"Well. Very well." Gilbert nodded with a sneer. He threw the medicine bottle at her. "You want to die, right? Then you can go to hell."

The door was slammed shut once again. Kisa looked at the mess on the floor with irony and sadness inside her. 'Since he hates me so much, he should have just let me perish on my own. His hypocrisy is really ridiculous.'

At night, Kisa kicked the door as hard as she could and kept shouting with the idea that it would make Gilbert lose his sleep. She believed she would annoy him so much that he would finally let her go. With this thought in mind, she kicked even harder and shouted even louder.

Meanwhile, Andrew pondered with a frown in the children's room. "Daddy seems to treat that woman differently. Maybe she has something to do with Mommy. I'm going to ask her tomorrow."

Hearing the ghost-like cry, Ada hugged her brother's arm in fear. "But they say that woman is crazy. Could she really be related to Mommy?"

"We will find out tomorrow," Andrew said.

The next day--

"Sir, they both refuse to go to kindergarten." Early in the morning, the family butler held the two kids' hands and talked to Gilbert cautiously.

Gilbert kneaded his forehead; he had a sleepless night because that crazy woman had screamed almost all night. He looked patiently at his two kids. "Why?"

Ada poked her little fingers and said in a kiddish voice, "Kindergarten makes the same game every day. It's not fun at all. I'm not going."

As Gilbert looked at Andrew, Andrew looked up and said coolly, "I can do all those assignments in kindergarten before the teacher even talks about them. Why do I need to go to kindergarten? It's childish."

Gilbert put his hand to his forehead, having a headache. He could have everything going his way but could do nothing about his two kids. He fought back the irritation and said nicely, "No matter how easy the kindergarten homework or how boring the games are, you two are only five years old. So you have to attend kindergarten."

"I'm not going." Ada frowned.

The stubborn look on her face resembled that of that woman. The thought of that woman's stubbornness last night made Gilbert's face turn gloomy.

That was when a maid came over with breakfast, and the family butler hurriedly said, "Sir, it is better not to be angry with them. Breakfast is ready. Don't you have to rush to the office later? Don't let this trivial thing affect your work."

Gilbert took a deep breath, seemingly fighting back his anger. He then picked two sandwiches and a glass of milk and instructed the maid to send them to the garret.