Chapter 1486

Kisa jerked awake, feeling a little disoriented. But before she could even gather her thoughts, the door-

knocking sounded twice more, jolting her out of her daze. She dashed to the door and found Peter there, holding up a pale and injured Gilbert. Without wasting a single second, she quickly helped Gilbert inside.

Once she shut the door, she turned to Peter and demanded, “Where did you find him?”

“In the basement of the Tanner residence,” he responded.

Kisa’s eyes narrowed as she realized that there was indeed something off about the basement in the Tanner residence. She led Gilbert to the couch and looked at him with genuine concern, his face as white as a sheet.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a trembling voice, her eyes already welling up with tears.

Gilbert squinted at her with half-opened eyes and snickered, “I’m not six feet under yet, so there’s no need to fake your sadness like that.”

Kisa took a deep breath and muttered, “I’m not acting!”

Gilbert smirked but said nothing.

Peter glanced at both of them before calmly instructing Kisa, “I snuck him in through the backdoor. My dad has no idea he is here yet, so you better come up with a solid lie to fool him.”

With that, he turned to leave.

“Thank you,” Kisa hastily said.

He paused for a moment before adding, “He’s in bad shape. Take good care of him.”

And with that, he was gone.

Kisa quickly pulled off Gilbert’s black coat, and the sight that met her eyes made her heart race with concern. The coat was soaked in blood, and the dark red stains had already hardened, creating a ghastly sight that brought tears to her eyes.

“How in the world did you get hurt like this?” she cried out, her voice trembling with emotion.

Gilbert gave her a sarcastic look and replied, “What does it matter? You don’t really care, do you?”

“I care! I care a lot!” Kisa growled low, feeling as if her heart was being crushed in her chest. She quickly retrieved the first-aid kit and began treating his wounds. The knife wound in his abdomen was deep and had bled profusely. Because he had not received prompt treatment, his wound had begun to bulge outward and was now showing signs of infection.

“I’m going to disinfect your wound now. It’s going to hurt, so brace yourself,” Kisa said, her voice choked with emotion.

Gilbert said nothing, but histensed-up body told her that he was in a lot of pain. She swabbed his wound with alcohol, causing him to clench his jaw tightly. Despite the pain, he remained stoic. After dressing the wound, she found a clean set of clothes for him and stowed away the blood-stained clothes under the bed.

He could not help but comment, “Hiding those clothes under the bed won’t fool the maids who clean the room.”

“Just leave them there for now. I will have Peter take care of them tomorrow,” Kisa replied as she handed him a cup of water. Gilbert’s complexion improved slightly, but he still looked weak. She asked him, “Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?”

Gilbert shook his head.

He furrowed his brows and asked in a low voice, “Why is Peter helping us?”

Kisa was equally perplexed. “I don’t know, but he did come through for us. Without him, you’d still be stuck in the Tanner residence,” she replied.

Gilbert’s brow furrowed as he pondered the situation, his eyes flashing with a hint of suspicion.

Meanwhile, she brushed off Peter’s help as nothing more than a favor for Jolina.

As Kisa sorted through the first-aid kit, she muttered, “Why didn’t you bother to tell me you were headed to the Tanner residence?”

‘Do you have any idea how worried sick I was?’

She held back from saying the latter half of her sentence, knowing it would not make a difference.

The mere mention of the Tanner residence made Gilbert’s eyes narrow in unease.