Chapter 67 If That woman is Dying
“Hey, how come when you get involved with someone, it always ends with a disaster?” Kelvin Glanced at Gilbert’s bloodstained chest, then looked at Kisa meaningfully.
Kisa stood by with her eyes downcast, her face expressionless. She knew the ‘someone’ Kelvin mentioned was her. But she did not care, as Kelvin did not like her, anyway. Gilbert was depressed and walked straight into the house without a word. Kisa followed in silence.
Kelvin stared in wonder as the two went and then asked Davian, “What’s going on with them?”
Davian sighed helplessly. “People say that two stubborn people are not suitable together; this is so true,” Kelvin was none the wiser. “What do you mean?”
“Ask Mr. Kooper. It’s been a tiring trip.” With that, Davian drove off in his car.
In the bedroom–
Kelvin marveled as he tended to Gilbert’s wound. “This is a deep wound. If it was just a bit off, I would have to visit you at your grave this time next year.”
Gilbert still said not a word, his expression tense, looking bitter and serious with his lips curving down.
Kelvin shot a glance at him and mustered his courage. “I didn’t know that she is so ruthless. It seems that she really wants you dead.”
Gilbert buttoned up his shirt with annoyance. “Get out of here when you’re done with the wound. You’re so verbose.”
Kelvin pouted. “Look how irate you are. You are not really getting attached to that woman, are you?” “Do you think that is possible?” Gilbert said with disgust. “She hurt Grandma. As long as Grandma hasn’t come out of her coma, Kisa deserves to die.” “And what if she wasn’t the person who hurt Mrs. Kooper Sr.? Would you still like her?” Kelvin stared at him with a serious face, interested in his answer. A skinny figure stood silently outside the door, the hand holding the tray tightening quietly out of nervousness. Gilbert looked away awkwardly. “Do you think I would like a woman with a selfish, scorpion like heart?”
“Look at your hatred. Since you loathe her so much, and she hurt you so badly this time, why are you still keeping her alive?” “I kept her alive because I wanted her to suffer more to atone for her sins.” “Oh,” Kelvin suddenly thought of something and looked at Gilbert in a predicament, “if that woman is dying and I can heal her, do you think I should save her or not?”
Gilbert frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I’m just saying what if.” Kelvin smiled.
“There is no what if. Even if there was, she deserved it.”
“I see.” Kelvin looked at him with a faint smile. “It seems that I misunderstood something.”
Outside the door, tears dropped like a broken bead into the white porridge. Kisa tilted her head to hold back the tears and smiled self-soothingly. She told herself that it was not the first day she had heard these hurtful words, so there was nothing to be said about it. But a part of her heart still ached involuntarily, and her internal organs also followed suit. She quietly placed the tray at the door and then quietly walked back to her room. Now, intense emotional fluctuations brought awful discomfort to her body, which could not hold up for long. She shut herself in her room and hurriedly rummaged through the drawer for the medication bottle. Just as she poured two pills out of the bottle, someone pushed the door of the room open.