Her Rebirth of Retribution

I did mention it before, didn't I?" Benedict remarked with a hint of uncertainty, his eyebrows knitting together in a frown. "After the initial adjustment, Callie seemed to settle well into her new persona..." "Yet, something else must have set her off that day," he pondered aloud.

Kallum, trying to remain composed, cast his eyes downward, lost in contemplation. He was unable to pinpoint what exactly had distressed her. Moreover, the remarks she had uttered just before disappearing were oddly unsettling, suggesting she had experienced something unknown to him.

Such mysteries were not uncommon in their interactions; Callie always seemed to be holding back secrets. Kallum, respecting her privacy, had never pressed her for more information. But now, it appeared that all the hidden truths were surfacing. "Whether it's a mental illness or something else entirely, my only goal is to locate her," he expressed, exhaustion evident as he massaged his temples. "Mom, could you please ensure that the best psychiatrist is available for her?"

"Of course..." Wanda murmured, her expression filled with concern. Torn between her son and her daughter-in-law, whom she loved like her own daughter, she was deeply troubled.

Wanda was pained by the thought that Calista might be suffering from mental issues, yet she had always managed her role as a mother impeccably. Calista had devoted herself fully to their well-being, yet somehow, they had overlooked her struggles. It was only now becoming clear that something was seriously wrong.

But where was Calista now?

The Fairchild family had broadcasted an appeal across all prestigious families, offering a substantial reward for any information regarding Calista's whereabouts. This even tempted those who normally opposed the Fairchilds to consider revealing her location for the right price.

Still, she remained elusive. Where could Calista possibly be hiding?

Inside a modest condominium, Wyatt offered a bottle of water to Calista, his features betraying a mixture of emotions. "Are you really not going back?" he inquired gently.

Wyatt had stumbled upon Calista by the roadside, feverish and delirious. Initially, his plan was to rush her to the hospital, but when she fiercely resisted and bit him, he had no choice but to bring her to his apartment instead.

There, he had administered a significant amount of antipyretic to reduce her fever and had taken several days off work to care for her. He regularly alcohol to her forehead to help bring the fever down physically. Eventually, Calista regained consciousness, but she remained distant and uncommunicative, seemingly holding a grudge against him.

Respecting her apparent wishes, Wyatt decided against forcing her to return home.

After taking a sip from the water bottle, his damp hair sticking to his face from a recent bath, Wyatt

appeared

appeared more mature. Not just physically, but his understanding of moral complexities had deepened over the last year. His presence now conveyed a sense of reliability and reserve.

Kallum has been looking for you," Wyatt revealed straightforwardly, his tone complex as he continued, "To be frank, he's been turning Horington upside down looking for you."

Despite having been instructed by his grandfather to search for Calista diligently, Wyatt had managed to find her early on and had secretly whisked her away using a police vehicle to avoid detection. Out of respect for her wishes, he hadn't disclosed her whereabouts to anyone else.

Hearing Kallum's name, Calista's eyes narrowed slightly, and she chose to remain silent. Seeing this, Wyatt moved the breakfast tray closer to her and said, "Regardless, I respect your wishes. If you don't want to leave, I won't force you."

Wyatt understood that Calista might have been deeply hurt, possibly by Kallum himself, which discouraged him from suggesting she return home, fearing it could cause further distress.

He placed a phone, a set of keys,

and some cash on the table. "I have an important task today, so I need to leave, but promise to come back later. If you're hungry, feel free to order something, or maybe go for a walk... or you could even call a friend

if you feel like talking."

After speaking, Wyatt noticed that Calista was still curled up, hugging her knees and ignoring him. With a sigh, he picked up his jacket and left the apartment.

Since Calista was unresponsive, he felt that his presence might worsen her mood.

The room felt overwhelmingly empty and vast as soon as he departed. Clutching her knees tightly, Calista's long eyelashes trembled as she buried her head in her knees, and tears slowly began to form in her eyes.

In her previous life, her love for Kallum had been simple and pure. She was unique, her body possessing capabilities that others lacked. Why, then, had she been subjected to such torment?

She had initially thought that Kallum

was the only one who hadn't hurt her. However, in the end, it was he who had dealt her the most painful blow, pushing her to the brink of despair. Not only had he facilitated her torment, but he had also shielded those who had caused her pain. Perhaps, he even intended to sacrifice her life for the sake of others. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Even if he was fooled by others, oblivious to the fact that she was deliberately infected by someone, and there was no need for her to become a test subject to secure her survival, the indirect pain Kallum had caused her was still substantial.

It was then she realized how Quincy had managed to infiltrate the heavily-secured research center. Perhaps Kallum thought she deserved her freedom after the virus had been curbed, so he instructed Quincy to take her home. But what was Kallum doing then? Calista recalled Quincy's last words to her-Kallum and Mirabelle were about to be engaged.