Chapter 395

"Calliope, what are you talking about? Are you just gonna stand there or help us up?"

Valerian was already in a foul mood. He didn't think he owed Calliope an apology, nor did he feel like saying sorry. Lisette was still locked up somewhere, while Calliope seemed to be living her life without a care in the world. She stood there, almost taunting them with her indifference, not even offering a hand.

No wonder no one liked her, not even with her reputation as the Miracle Doctor. She wasn't like Lisette. Lisette always spoke softly and kindly. Even if she wasn't all that skilled, she'd put her heart into helping others. But Calliope, she held onto grudges from childhood like they were yesterday's news.

Wasn't she living just fine? Wasn't she married to Silas and enjoying a good life? What did she have to complain about?

The more Valerian thought about it, the angrier he got. If it weren't for his father's insistence on creating some public pressure on Calliope, he wouldn't have been here at all.

head throbbing with pain. He struggled to his feet, casting a glance around the room, unsure of who these people even were. The reporters swarmed

give me a hand here!" Monty leaned against the door, trying to

crossed, her face a mask of indifference

leg issues, looking up at her. She seemed like a goddess atop a pedestal, looking down on them all. It was as

yet she acted as if they meant nothing to her, as if their fates were irrelevant. If Lisette were here, she'd probably be heartbroken, maybe even cry for them. But Calliope's face showed no concern or empathy. She was

cold and detached.

Can you please help me?" Horatio asked, his voice soft and

her pockets, her expression unreadable, as if she hadn't heard him

recognize us anymore? Do you wish we were dead?

her face still a

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