Reborn Through Fire novel Chapter 528

"Keep an eye on her, don't let her get drunk in front of me."

Kisa's eyes were downcast, her hand clenched tightly. She was awash with embarrassment and unknown emotions, feeling suffocated. Had she been a bit sober last night, she would never, ever have bothered Gilbert.

Jensen glanced at her, feeling conflicted. He then looked back at Gilbert with a light smile. "Sure."

The car drove away. Gilbert stared expressionlessly at it until it disappeared from sight, then he ruthlessly stubbed out his cigarette and turned around to enter the house.

Inside the car, Jensen grasped the steering wheel with one hand and tugged at his tie with the other. Kisa looked at him sideways. He was pursing his lips and looked tired. She also noticed that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes and suddenly remembered Mia's car accident. She straightened up and asked, "Is Miss Fallon okay?"

"She is fine. She just hurt her leg."

Kisa was relieved to hear this, and her straight back softened again, leaning leisurely against the back of the seat. "Then let's go see her now."

"You injured your foot. You need to rest. I will take you home." Seeing her terribly swollen ankle, his heart pulsed with self-condemnation. 'I should have gone to her last night immediately after making sure Mia's life was not in danger. I didn't even know that she was drunk, much less that she was harassed in the street. Had Gilbert not bumped into her, I couldn't imagine what would have happened to a drunken woman wandering the streets like that.'

Kisa looked at her increasingly swollen ankle and smiled at him. "I'm fine. I will just put some medication on it later. Let's go see Miss Fallon."

'Amiable?' Jensen sneered at the description and let out a subtle, self-deprecating smile. "And did he say anything to you about the fire five years ago?"

"He said he didn't find out who was behind that fire back then, but he said the warden must know something, and next, he would help me find that warden."

Jensen stared straight ahead. Winter had arrived. After the chilly wind last night, withered leaves covered the roadsides, which were lined with maple trees with leaves hanging sparsely on the branches, looking desolate. Jensen tapped on the car window as he asked in a low voice, "What would you do if the final outcome of the investigation points to Gilbert as the one behind the prison fire?"

Kisa subconsciously clutched the seat belt. She thought of the poor baby in the photo, telling herself that if it was really Gilbert, she would never forgive him. "If it is really him, I will avenge my child with my life."