Chapter 1490

Thomas was caught in a whirlwind of emotions. He wanted to spill the beans, but at the same time, he did not want to throw his father under the bus. However, the cat was already out of the bag, so he had no choice but to go all in.

He gawked at Kisa and stuttered, “Wait… so, I’m your brother? You sure about that?”

Kisa nodded frantically. “I’m positive. Your birthmark and bracelet are a carbon copy of my mom’s. You have to be my brother.” She choked up at the end of her sentence, tears streaming down her face.

Thomas held her tight, reassuring her, “Don’t cry. We found each other, and that is all that matters.”

Kisa opened up to Thomas about their mom, and he listened intently, feeling envious and longing for the same kind of love. He had been deprived of his mother’s love from a tender age and had always longed for that maternal affection.

They talked late into the night, but Thomas knew Kisa needed some rest.

As Kisa was about to leave, she hesitated and said, “Don’t tell your dad just yet. Wait a bit and then ask him about us, okay?” She did not know what David would do at Carolyn’s wedding, and she did not want to stir up any trouble.

Thomas nodded. “Got it.”

Before he could even take a breath, Mr. Webb Sr. appeared at Thomas’s doorstep, his face grim.

“What did you tell her?” he demanded.

Thomas did not bat an eye as he turned to walk back into his room.

“Nothing much. Don’t worry, I didn’t sell you out. She thinks I’m her brother, just like you planned. That is why I have a birthmark and bracelet just like Peter, right?”

Mr. Webb Sr. caught the intense emotions in his son’s voice and quickly followed him, saying, “Son, I know this is not fair to you, but our revenge on my benefactor is about to go down. Once we are done, he’ll reunite with Peter, and you will be the sole heir to the Webb family. I will have only one son, you.”

Thomas pondered for a moment before asking, “What is your benefactor planning to do?”

“I have no clue,” Mr. Webb Sr. admitted. “But he’s the reason I’m still alive today, and he is the one who gave us all this wealth. No matter what he does, I will back him up and help him out.”

When Kisa returned to her room, Gilbert was still up, puffing on a cigarette. It was past 2 am, and the dim light made his face look hazy.

Kisa strode over, snatched the cigarette, and put it out. “Are you crazy? You are smoking when you are already injured?”

Gilbert grinned at her. “Sometimes, the way you care about me feels real.”

Kisa was not in the mood to banter. She took off her coat and lay down beside him.

“It’s late. Go to sleep.”

She closed her eyes, but suddenly, Gilbert jumped on her. She was about to push him away when she remembered his injured abdomen. She put her hands on his chest without exerting any force. Gilbert stared at her intensely, as if he had so much to say.

Kisa’s heart raced as she asked, “What… urn…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Gilbert swooped in and kissed her passionately.

Kisa was taken aback but did not resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back passionately.