Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 226 Where Is Quincy

a merciless revenge, or should I allow him a swift and less painful demise?

Calista couldn't suppress a chuckle, realizing the twisted irony of her situation. In her previous life, Sterling and Quincy had tormented her relentlessly for three years at the research center. Now, the tables had turned dramatically, with Sterling at her mercy. Should I exact

At the same time, Sterling was summoned for a private meeting. "Dad..."

When Sterling entered the room, he resembled a junkie who had overdosed. His cheeks were hollow, his appearance drastically declined within just a few days. Whether this alarming deterioration was due to psychological torment or the virus' toll was unclear. Harvey sat across him, separated by a protective barrier, his eyes icy as he scrutinized Sterling, assessing what little value he might still possess.

"I came to let you know," Harvey began coldly, "even though you managed to bite Kallum, he's recovered. He was administered an antibody shot, and his fever has already subsided. If all continues to go well, he might just survive this ordeal as one of the fortunate few." Initially, Sterling's expression was vacant, but it shifted dramatically at Harvey's words. His face twisted into a mask of terror.

"This can't be possible!" His disbelief exploded as he slammed his hands against the glass, his voice escalating into a desperate shout. "I don't believe this!"

Harvey instinctively leaned back as Sterling approached, his expression tightening in a mixture of fear and caution. "Calm down!"

Sterling calm down? Internally, he was in turmoil, bordering on madness. He had risked everything to eliminate an enemy, only to discover his target was unharmed. The irony was maddening. Sterling clutched at his chest, feeling as though he was about to cough up blood

a grimly ironic routine for him. Although he felt no pain-whether from numbness or actual freedom from discomfort-his body was betraying him, growing frailer each day, making his existence worse than death. Harvey noticed Sterling's troubled state but pressed on, knowing the questions that needed

relentlessly, worried because Quincy seemed to have vanished, presumably taken by the Wolfords. Yelena,

kidnapping, vividly recalled Sterling's spiteful comments from their last confrontation. Thus, he had leveraged his contacts to

ask me this?" Sterling asked, his

hadn't come to rescue or comfort him;

eyes reddened with a

godson, "Look at you, teetering on the brink of death. What difference does it make whether I save you or not? Even if you die, the chaos you've caused remains! Because of your actions, I've had to dissolve two subsidiaries just to stabilize the situation. You've not only caused me significant financial losses but also drawn the ire of the Fairchilds. And despite your promises, you've failed to settle your debts and even

by Sterling's powerless state. However,

you hidden her?" Harvey pressed. When Sterling remained silent, head bowed, Harvey played his final card. "If you hand her over to me, I'll arrange a comfortable place for you to spend your

intention of extending any real assistance to a man he

man standing before him all too well. Harvey's heart was as dark as the night, his soul filled with deceit, yet his cunning

Sterling responded with a deep, resonant voice. "Because, as I've said before, I plan to ensure that

face contorted in