Chapter 71 Is This Blood Real?
Why is there so much blood on the snow outside the door?’ Gilbert was shocked and rushed out with
no hesitation.
Outside the door, the woman was nowhere to be seen, just a large puddle of shockingly gross blood on
the snow.
Kelvin and Andrew had also come running out after him. Andrew tugged at Gilbert’s coat and asked
anxiously, “Daddy, where did Ma’am go? Is this blood really Ma’am’s?” “No.” Gilbert replied patiently.
But Andrew was apparently not convinced. “If it’s not Ma’am’s, then whose is it? I just saw you
dragging her out, Daddy. What did you do to her? I want Ma’am.” He started to cry. “That is enough.”
Gilbert bellowed, but his eyes were on the puddle of blood.
When he saw Gilbert’s bad mood, Kelvin hurriedly took Andrew, who was on the verge of tears, over to
him and said in a gentle voice, “Don’t worry. Your ma’am will be fine.” With that, he asked the maid to
take him inside.
“Kelvin, do you think the blood is real?” Gilbert asked in a sudden murmur as he stared at the blood
after Andrew had entered the house.
Kelvin sighed with his hands digging into his pockets. “You might as well just ask me if the blood was
that woman’s.”
Gilbert suddenly became silent.
Kelvin looked at him helplessly. “Do you really not believe that woman is dying, or do you not want to
believe it and would rather lie to yourself?” “Is she really dying?” Gilbert suddenly looked at him, his
dark eyes looking frightening,
But Kelvin did not know how to answer that question. After all, he had promised Kisa that he would not
tell Gilbert about her condition. After thinking about it for a moment, he simply waved his hand. “How
would I know? It is not like I have examined her.”
As Kelvin finished speaking, Gilbert suddenly and inexplicably smiled again and said to himself, “I
guess this is just another one of her tricks to gain sympathy. How could she get up and leave if she had
really vomited so much blood? She always likes that, using tricks to gain sympathy when she does
something wrong.” Kelvin looked at him with a thoughtful expression. For some reason, he somehow
felt pity for Gilbert.
Ever since Kisa had left a puddle of blood on the snow, it was as if she had vanished-Gilbert called her
phone many times, but there was no answer. By nightfall, the men who had been sent out to look for
her had returned, but there was no sign of Kisa. He even sent out a search of all the hospital
admissions in Calthon, but still nothing. He swept the papers off his desk in a sury and sneered. “Heh,
every time she does something wrong, she wants to get away with it. Does she really think she can get
away with it?” Seeing his heaving chest bleed again, Davian said, “Mr. Kooper, don’t be angry. Be
careful of
your wound.” Gilbert took a deep breath and said, “Keep looking. “Aye.” Davian carefully left. Just as he
left the room and bumped into Kelvin, he started complaining “Mr. Kooper looks so terrified like he is
going to kill someone. How can Mrs. Kooper not go into hiding?” Kelvin glanced into the study room
and saw Gilbert leaning back in his chair, smoking. Shrouded in the smoke was a face that could not be
graver. He shook his head helplessly and said, “Perhaps Gilbert didn’t even realize that he was so
desperate to find the woman, but only to confirm that she was still alive.”
“Huh?” Davian was none the wiser. Kelvin tugged at him impatiently. “Come on. Leave him alone. Let’s
go for a drink.” The following day, noon– George pushed open the door to his study room and almost
choked on the smell of smoke. He saw Gilbert lean back in his chair with his eyes closed and the
ashtray on his desk littered with cigarette butts. George said cautiously, “Robert, the director for
Goddess of My Adoration, is here and says he wants to see you about something important.” “Send
him in.”
As his voice trailed off, Robert Russell, a slightly chubby middle-aged man, cautiously walked in. “Mr.
Kooper, it is still about the second male lead. I just can’t find a suitable replacement for the role.” “Suit
yourself.” Gilbert opened his eyes slowly, his cold, cavernous eyes frightening Robert. Robert rubbed
his hands together and said with a smile. “Then I will stick with Howard then.”
“Whatever.”
Robert had not expected Gilbert to be so accommodating and, thinking about the news this morning,
he said flatteringly, “Mr. Kooper, you were smart enough to guess that by casting Howard as the
second male, the breaking news this morning would give us free publicity for the drama.”
Gilbert frowned. “What news?”
Robert was surprised. “Don’t you know about it, Mr. Kooper?” With that, he hurriedly took a newspaper
out of his coat pocket and handed it to Gilbert respectfully.
Gilbert’s face sank as he read the headlines.
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