Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1425 At Least You Still Have A Conscience

Madalyn's sullen face instantly transformed into a kind one as she said, 'Yes, yes, yes... I knew you guys were coming back today, so I had the servants prepare some food. Come on in, quick.”

Madalyn had prepared a huge table full of food, expecting that Davian and Kelvin would stick around for dinner. But, to her surprise, they both slipped away as soon as they got off the helicopter. So, Kisa sat at the big dining table with a few children and Gilbert, feeling warm and cozy inside. Even though the memories of the Kooper residence were not all good for her, she still felt like it was home and full of warmth.

Madalyn had always been mean to Kisa and treated her badly, but when it came to her children, including the one still in her womb, she was nothing but kind. She even had the servants make several kinds of nourishing soups for Kisa, who was experiencing morning sickness. The soup bowls were lined up in front of her, and Madalyn said, not so nicely, ’I know you've been feeling sick, so I had the servants make a few kinds of soup. Just choose the ones you can handle and drink up."

Kisa was a little surprised that Madalyn knew about her morning sickness. She wondered if Gilbert told Madalyn about it. So she looked at Gilbert, grinning foolishly. But Gilbert just calmly ate his food and ignored her.

' Alright, stop staring and drink the soup while it's hot. Look at yourself, you are as skinny as a ghost. Let me tell you, I want my great-grandson to be born chubby and healthy,* said Madalyn, making Kisa feel a little uneasy.

could say anything, Ada suddenly asked, "Great­grandma, what if the future little brother or sister is

not help but laugh and added, "Yeah,

told me I was chubby

Uncle George told me I was chubby and

side, chuckling to himself. Only Blake had a glimmer of disappointment flash in his clear, bright eyes when no one was

feel irritated at Kisa's skinny appearance, but her anger was quickly dispelled by the adorable antics of her two great-grandchildren. "Oh well, it doesn't

up and drink your soup, or my great-grandchild will

wanted to roll her eyes

not a baby-making machine, but all anyone cares about is the baby,' she complained in her mind.