Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1534
Upon hearing that his godfather intended to capture his mother, he swore to remain by his side, poised to rescue his mother at a
moment's notice. He acknowledged that his godfather had transformed, morphing into a darker, more terrifying figure, but he was
steadfast in his mission to protect his mother. As Blake's passionate words filled the air, Kisa's heartache began to subside,
replaced by a sense of comfort.
Throughout her life, Kisa had faced immense pain and adversity, but she drew strength from the fact that her three children were
still alive — a reality she had once deemed unimaginable.
Springtime breathed new life into the world, yet amidst the thriving green courtyard, David sat, a hollow shell of aman, confined
to a wheelchair.
Jensen diligently attended to David, preparing a basin of warm water. He wrung out a towel, tenderly grasped David's hand, and
meticulously wiped it clean.
Kisa observed the poignant scene from a distance, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. Despite David's wickedness, he
had ultimately been the one to save her life.
Mia let out a weary sigh.
"Though David is paralyzed, he can still hear. Jensen tends to his needs every day, bathing him and ensuring his well-being. It's
difficult to determine whether Jensen hates him. When David was in peril, Jensen desperately sought the best surgeons in the
city to save him. Yet, if Jensen loves him, why does he utter such bitter words to him daily? At the end of the day, David is his
father - hatred seems impossible, but true love and respect remain out of reach," she said.
Kisa's lips pressed together, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in her mind, as she struggled to find the right words to say.
Mia cast a glance at her and let out a heavy sigh. "Jensen has always dwelled in darkness, yearning for the light and pursuing it
relentlessly, until that tragic accident. The accident was meticulously engineered by David, who harbored for his son's
destruction. In the years Jensen was banished overseas, he withstood unspeakable torment — all secretly inflicted by his own
father, pulling strings from the shadows. His ultimate goal: to ignite an all-consuming hatred for the Kooper family within
Jensen's heart. When Jensen uncovered these unbearable truths, he spiraled into self-destruction, allowing his soul to fester in
the abyss. He's a pitiful man, yet he seems to have no chance at redemption."

Kisa's eyes dropped. "Why are you telling me all this?”
Mia smirked. "I merely wanted you to feel some sympathy for him. It is your own choice whether to pity him. But remember, when
the prison fire erupted, he risked everything to save you. And it was his unwavering resolve that rescued Blake as well. In
essence, you owe him two lives."
With that, Mia departed from the Kooper residence. She had confided in Kisa, hoping she could redeem Jensen. But perhaps her
expectations were too high. If Kisa could not salvage her own soul, no way she could save someone else.
The chilly night air enveloped them like a shroud. Jensen sat in the courtyard, chain-smoking in quiet desperation, while David
sat beside him, swaddled in a thick blanket. The air was still, laced with a palpable sense of sorrow.
Kisa strode over and shot a glance at the guards by the entrance, challenging them.
"How long do you plan on holding me here?"
Jensen raised his eyes to the inky sky, a faint smile crossing his lips.
"Can't you just stay here, by my side?”
"No." Kisa retorted, without a moment's hesitation.
Jensen's gaze dropped, a wry chuckle escaping him as he fell silent.
The smoke from his cigarette swirled around his wrist and wafted across his face, conjuring an air of loneliness and despair.
Kisa exhaled and settled down beside him. "I want to take Blake away from here, to start anew in a serene place."
"What about Gilbert?"
"It is impossible. Gilbert and I can never be together again."
Jensen scoffed bitterly. "Even when there is no chance with him, you still won't stay by my side."
Kisa peered into the boundless night sky, her lips sealed, her thoughts a whirlwind.