Reborn Through Fire By Kazuya Higan Chapter 455

Chapter 455 Gloating “Come on, let me see. Did you cut off your finger?” Kisa sounded like she was gloating over his misfortune.

Gilbert was enraged. ‘She wishes I had cut off my finger. Is she that disgusted with me?’ Turning off the faucet, he hid his injured hand and said sulkily, “I’m fine.”

“Oh… Blake was screaming like you had cut your finger off.” Kisa looked apathetic. “Don’t make a mountain out of a molehill as a man. Look how scared Blake is. He is almost crying.” Gilbert used to accuse her of exaggerating things. Now it was her turn to return the favor.

Gilbert looked grave as he clenched his hands at his side. Because of using too much force, blood oozed out of the wound and dripped onto the floor again.

Kisa glanced down at the blood on the ground and grunted in disgust. “Can’t you quickly get your finger bandaged? Blood is dripping everywhere, and I must clean up after you.” It sounded like she did not feel sorry for him but only disgusted and indifferent.

Gilbert was terribly upset. If Jensen were the one who was hurt at the moment, Kisa would most likely cry and be distraught. Seeing her take the mop to clean up the blood on the floor, he immediately snatched the mop over with anger. “Don’t worry. I will clean up after myself. I won’t bother you the slightest even after I have died,” he said in a huff as he mopped the blood off the floor.

Seeing his injured fingers staining the mop handle red with blood, Kisa snatched the mop away from him in disgust. “You have stained the mop handle with your blood. How can I use this mop next time?

Fine, fine. Get out of here and don’t disturb me while I cook. The children are hungry.”

Kisa’s disdainful attitude stabbed him like a knife. He looked at her, clenching his jaws with indignation.

Kisa saw him standing in front of the stove with a resentful look. She could not help but say, “Why are you still standing here? It is just a minor cut on the finger. Do you want me to bandage it up for you?”

“No need,” Gilbert yelled indignantly, spun around, and walked outside.

She stared at the blood on the floor, snickering as she shook her head. ‘Hadn’t he always taunted me about my injuries? I will return all those taunts to see if he feels good about it.’

“Daddy, I have bandages. Let me put one on you.” Andrew stood in front of Gilbert with a pack of bandages and stared anxiously at his bleeding finger.

Blake also found the first–aid kit. He opened the box and said to Gilbert, “Uncle Gilbert, why don’t I put some medication on it and bandage it up?

Gilbert sat on the couch, elbow resting on his knees, letting his injured hand hang in mid–air while placing a garbage can on the floor. The blood was all dripping into the trash can. He gritted his teeth, stared at his injured finger, and thought to himself, ‘How come I didn’t cut off a whole finger? Would she have felt sorry for me if I had cut off a whole finger? No, she wouldn’t. That woman is more cold–

blooded than anyone else. I’m afraid she wouldn’t even bat an eyelid if I chopped off my entire hand.‘

Kisa had been busy in the kitchen for an hour and finally finished cooking four dishes and a soup.

When she came out with the dishes, she was startled by what she saw.