Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 292 Past Memories

"How does Callie sound?"

An elegant elderly lady held a book, her demeanor devoid of any impatience, looking just like a lady from a distinguished family.

Pointing to a line, she adjusted her reading glasses and began slowly, "The embodiment of beauty, a vision fair and bright. How about Calista? Calista, Callie, rolls off the tongue." An elderly man practicing calligraphy at the side nodded. With a swift movement of his hand, he wrote the word "Calista" on the parchment paper. "Perfect! It's decided, then!"

He beckoned at the little girl at the side, who was only about one or two years old. "Come here, honey bun. From now on, this will be your name!"

The little girl was just as adorable as a honey bun, her cute, rounded face radiating pure innocence. She walked over clumsily.

Calista had an exceptional memory from a young age. She could vividly recall events from when she was only over a year old. She even remembered the color of the clothes her grandfather wore that day. She also remembered it was a beautiful and warm morning, with lovely sunlight filtering through the maple tree forest to stream into the house's courtyard.

Her grandmother covered her mouth as she chuckled. "I hope that young man from the Fairchild family will treat my honey bun with the same affection as her name suggests in the future, cherishing her as his brightest and most beloved possession."

Perhaps that was also her greatest wish when she chose the name Calista.

The scenes kept shifting, transitioning from her tender childhood to adolescence and adulthood. However, the further it progressed, the more terrifying it became. When the two elderly people who cherished her dearly passed away, it was as if she was also forgotten, becoming someone superfluous.

The scenes grew increasingly terrifying until she began to feel terrified, cry, and run away.

This shouldn't be happening! I'm supposed to... supposed to be treated as the most precious and beautiful possession... This isn't my fate! Perhaps all I need to do is to endure this period, and it'll pass. That must be it...

refused to

that

give up, why do

reached out and carefully touched that single tear, yet felt as if it were molten lava. It didn't just scorch his

"What's going on?"

those present inexplicably swung their gazes to Shaun because

pain was even greater than it is now, she never shed a

tears. They even began to entertain the idea that the experiment should not

that she cried, it felt as if all

felt much

not due to pain but because she was dreaming. The movement of her eyes indicated that she was still in her dream, experiencing a scene of despair, leading to

dream and alter its course, yearning to

did I... do

was just gifted, but I

through an arranged marriage, yet Mirabelle was consumed by jealousy and sabotaged me. I only wasn't willing to sacrifice myself to prolong someone else's life, yet I was hunted

the run. However, her nightmares were endless. Countless times, she yearned deep within her heart for someone to lend her a hand. She didn't aspire to be treated as the most precious and beautiful possession or cherished. All she desired was

nothing wrong! It was all their fault! Would you please wake up? I'll treat you well. I'll treat you well for the rest of my life, always

eyes. Her pupils contracted slightly, and lingering fear from her dream remained in the depths of them, but her voice had already

this world, there's