Reborn Through Fire novel Chapter 100

Kisa suddenly stood up. Following that, camera flashlights were bursting as Kisa spoke in a soft voice, "I did everything. I didn't want to say being a maid and an assistant. When I discovered by chance that I resembled Mrs. Kooper, I came up with the plan of impersonating her to hype myself up."

"Then Howard and you—"

"I have nothing to do with Howard. It was pure coincidence that the media photographed him. I deliberately asked the media to come up with a headline like that to attract attention and exaggerate the hype, and dragged Howard into this. He is a victim, too."

Gilbert, who stared at her with cold eyes, suddenly smiled, as Kisa calmly faced the reporters under the stage.

"I did everything myself. I got Howard into this and rode on Mr. Kooper's and GK Pictures's reputation just to hype myself up. So you all can now stop the witch hunt. This is the truth."

'Gilbert was already going to let me take the blame, anyway. As soon as he said that, the media had decided that I was to blame for everything. If that's the case, then I will admit it and save Howard the trouble,' Kisa thought to herself.

There was an uproar down the stage as the reporters were talking and discussing among themselves.

As Gilbert suddenly got to his feet and prepared to leave, the media rushed to snap pictures of him again.

"Now that this story has come to light. I would like to ask you all not to write any more about it and not to slander Mr. Kooper and GK Pictures. Otherwise, we will see you in court," Davian said, and hurriedly followed Gilbert to leave.

Kisa was left surrounded by reporters.

Sitting in the car, Davian glanced at the sullen Gilbert and asked cautiously, "Are you going to leave Mrs. Kooper here?"

'I was the only one who was in the dark, and even naively thought that Gilbert would get me out of this. Apparently, they already planned to let me take the blame. What a joke.'

The reporters' questions, condemnations, and abuse filled the air.

Kisa felt numb. She stared blankly at the reporters, feeling like a ridiculous and useless clown. 'I'm now in disrepute, am I not? People will laugh at me; I'm now a laughingstock. But so what? It is not like I have much time left, anyway. But why do I still feel so bad, so bad that I want to cry?'

Some time had passed, the reporters had gradually dispersed, and she was the only one left standing alone in the venue. The icy wind was blowing at her, and she hugged her body tightly as she squatted down. She never cried, because she knew tears were of no use. In any case, this incident was finally over, and she could finally get to be with her grandmother next, and also focus on finding out what had happened back then.

Suddenly, two people came up to her.