Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 453

Chapter 453 Found the Mystery Man Kisa had been waiting to hear from Jensen for many days. Upon seeing Jensen’s call, she felt a sense of happiness. She took the phone and went to the balcony to answer it.

Gilbert narrowed his eyes and looked icily at her. He had just glimpsed the caller ID; it was Jensen.

‘Does she have to be so happy when Jensen calls her? Her beaming face is eye–glaring indeed.”

Blake put his school bag away, then trotted back to the doorway to help his uncle carry the groceries.

Why are you standing at the doorway, Uncie Gilbert?”

Gilbert glanced at him, then at Kisa, and said to him, “Your dad called your ma’am. Do you want to talk to your godfather?”

Π Blake shook his head and spoke his mind with simple logic. “If Dad wanted to talk to me, he would have asked Ma’am to give me her cell phone, but Ma’am has been holding the phone, so Dad’s call must be for her, not me.

Gilbert was speechless. ‘Great. Now I can’t even fool a five–year–old. At first, he thought of letting Blake. distract the two, preventing them from talking on the phone like they were two lovers separated.

Blake looked at Gilbert and whispered, “Uncle Gilbert, are you upset?” When Kisa answered the phone, he noticed Gilbert had been frowning like no other. So he wondered if Gilbert did not like his godfather calling Kisa. He tilted his little head and thought for a second, then said, “Uncle Gilbert, do you want to know what Dad and Ma’am are talking about?”

“No.” Gilbert categorically refused and carried the groceries into the kitchen.

Blake asked him again, “Do you want me to ask Ma’am? I will just say I ask because I miss Dad.”

Gilbert stopped dead in his tracks, then spun around and smiled at Blake with a highly avuncular smile Sure, go ahead and ask if you are okay with it.”

“Okay.” Blake nodded repeatedly and scampered to the balcony as if he had a heavy responsibility.

Ada looked at Gilbert with disdain. “Daddy, why don’t you ask Ma’am yourself instead of letting Blake do it?”

“I’m going to cook for you guys, right? So I don’t have time to ask,” Gilbert said frankly, carrying two large bags of groceries into the kitchen. Ada poked her tongue out mischievously from behind him.

“Kisa, didn’t you ask me to look into the prison fire five years ago?”

Kisa’s heart skipped a beat, and her voice tensed up as she asked, “Yes. Did you find anything?”

“Sorry, I didn’t find out anything about the fire.” Kisa’s heart sank, only to hear Jensen say, “But I found the mystery man who saved you.”

“Really?” Kisa asked excitedly. “Where is he?”

“He is in another city and has been busy lately. So I will arrange for him to meet with you sometime later.”

“Great” Kisa tried hard to choke back her excitement. “Jensen, thank you. You have helped me so much.”

“Thank me for what?” Jensen rubbed the photo on the table. “Your business is my business. There is no need to say thank you between us.”

After hanging up the phone, Jensen grabbed the photo with a heavy heart. In the photograph was a baby whose skin had turned purple.

Mia looked at him for a long time and asked in a low voice, “Do you really want to do this?”