Chapter 1293 Bipolar

Kisa was shocked and frowned at Gilbert. "What are you doing? Put me down," she said, hurriedly looking around. It was embarrassing to be carried by a man like this. Gilbert said nothing, silently carrying her to the car. He then walked around the front of the car and got behind the wheel. Kisa glared at him. "What the hell do you want? I told you I'm going to the hospital." "I know. I'll drive you there," Gilbert said with an expressionless face. Kisa was flabbergasted. "Then you could just tell me properly. Why did you suddenly carry me?" "You're so stubborn. Would you listen even if I told you properly? It would be just a waste of time. So I might as well just carry you up," he said, quickly starting the car. She stared at him. Was he bipolar? Sometimes he treated her well, and sometimes poorly. About half an hour later, the car pulled up at the hospital. Kisa probably got out of the car too quickly because she gasped as she felt a pang of pain in her abdomen. She wondered wh