Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1157 Swear an Oath

“You don’t have to come downstairs in the future. When you’re hungry, press the call button above your bed. The call button that was previously installed hasn’t been removed yet, right? Just call for a servant if you need anything.”

‘Mrs. Kooper Sr. changed her attitude again today. It’s rare to see her not treating me with disdain. She’s even speaking to me with a hint of politeness and concern,’ Kisa thought.

She looked at the two in front of her in horror.

‘What happened this time? They’re being so nice to me, and I’m starting to wonder if I’m pregnant again. But, that’s impossible. I always take contraceptive pills after I do it with. Gilbert. Besides, after Shaun and Sharon had set me up and I fell to the ground, the baby would’ve been long gone even if I was actually pregnant,’ she thought again.

Kisa shook her head quietly and turned to Madalyn. “Don’t you hate me? Why are you suddenly being so nice to me? Are you scheming something?”

She was purposefully provoking Madalyn to see if she would reveal something.

As expected, Madalyn immediately burst out angrily and said, “What could I be scheming? Do you think everyone’s as calculative and manipulative as you? Let me tell you something, if it wasn’t because of you…”

“Ahem! Ahem…”

Gilbert suddenly placed his fist

sounds were

stopped talking after she heard Gilbert’s cough sounds.

“Just accept the kindness I give you. You think we would be so nice to you if it wasn’t because we’re worried that the media will say that we’re mistreating

Madalyn was not telling

media wouldn’t even know if they actually mistreated me. But, Gilbert isn’t letting Mrs. Kooper Sr. tell me the reason, so no matter how I provoke her, it will be to no

daggers at Gilbert before lowering

up to? He’s being so secretive,’ wondered Kisa.

had been good recently. She usually felt full after six or seven madeleines, but she ate twice the amount this time and even had a bowl of chicken

as though

finished the madeleines and chicken soup, Gilbert handed her a

then go back to your

She peered at the murky-looking decoction and frowned, “What…

menstruation,” the man

a tense expression. She was starting to doubt Kelvin’s diagnosis.

decoction away and said in a low voice, “I don’t want to take it. My period has stopped for a day. I don’t know if the decoction