Reborn Through Fire

The man was no other than Howard. Without a word, he drew Kisa into his arms to protect her.

Kisa was too weak to resist and could just stare at him, dumbfounded. Her mind was a muddle, and she could not understand why reporters had suddenly taken pictures of her and Howard. She also did not know what their intention was in publishing such a news story. If it was just a means for a certain newspaper to shore up its circulation and make money, it still could not explain why they would suddenly target her and Howard. After all, no outsiders knew she was Gilbert’s wife yet. She felt as if an invisible hand was pushing her into a trap, which would implicate many people, including Gilbert. Because of Howard and Gilbert’s presence, the reporters became even more frantic at asking all kinds of aggressive questions. But Gilbert just kept a cool eye on everything. Howard said to the reporters, “Please don’t make things difficult for Miss Watson. She and I are just friends, and we are only working together on the set. It is normal for us to take care of each other.”

“We know she is Ariella’s assistant, and you and her don’t have a direct working relationship. Yet there were people on the set who saw you guys behave intimately. How do you explain that?”

“Besides, she is also the maid of the Kooper family. Did you approach her for any other reason?

Gilbert stared at Howard and sneered, as if he had seen through everything.

Seeing Gilbert grimace, Howard’s heart skipped a beat. But he still calmly said to the reporters, “First, I did not know that Miss Watson is the Kooper family maid; in fact, the people on the set probably misunderstood, because Miss Watson resembles my deceased sister, so I took extra care of her. I hope the media will stop making things up.” But those reporters were still relentless. When Howard saw Kisa’s expression, he hurriedly brought her to leave. “Sorry, Miss Watson is not feeling well. Please ask next time if you have questions.”

As he was about to squeeze through the crowd with Kisa in his arms, Gilbert suddenly stopped them, and all the camera flashes went off at once at that moment. This was going to make it to the headline tomorrow.

Davian, standing by, became worried. What is going on with Mr. Kooper? Isn’t he here to put out the fire? How come it feels like he is adding fuel to the fire?’

Howard looked at Gilbert respectfully. “Mr. Kooper, what are you doing?”

Gilbert shot the woman in Howard’s arms a glance and said, “She is a Kooper family maid. Not to mention she hasn’t fulfilled her duty yet. Let’s take this news, for instance; she can’t be exonerated of the suspicion. Do you think you can take her away?”

Howard immediately frowned in disbelief. “What do you mean by that? You don’t suspect that she is the one who set up this story, do you?” “It is not impossible when she wants to make you famous,” Gilbert said casually, but it sounded heartless and ironic to Kisa’s ears.

Davian saw that the situation was getting out of hand and hurriedly pulled Kisa over, then said to the reporters aloud, “We still have to investigate this matter, so we can only take this woman back to the Kooper family. I hope the media won’t speculate before things are clear.”

The car had driven a long way, and Kisa still felt her head buzzing with the noise of the reporters. She slumped into the seat, exhausted, unable to say a word. Neither Gilbert said anything. The atmosphere in the cabin felt depressing and suffocating.

When they arrived back at the Kooper residence, Kisa was walking to her room absentmindedly when Gilbert dragged her into the study room.