Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 309 Kallum Is Different

Despite his youth, Kallum displayed a ruthlessness and decisiveness that set him apart from the previous heads of the Fairchild family, who were renowned for their kindness and benevolence. He was known for his swift, resolute actions, and his distinct distaste for unnecessary delays or prolonged disputes. Furthermore, he despised the idea of harboring grudges beyond the day's end. The unfortunate fate of the Wendell family stood as a stark testament to his uncompromising nature.

The historical closeness between the Yost and Fairchild families did little to mitigate the harsh realities the former faced. The Yosts had been driven to the brink of financial ruin, narrowly avoiding complete collapse only through the desperate measure of selling off their daughter. It was clear that attempting to appeal to personal relations when dealing with Kallum would likely prove fruitless.

Titus was coming to terms with his own aging, realizing that his methods and approaches no longer aligned with those of the younger generation.

In his weary state, he clung to a faint glimmer of hope. Surely, having broken a leg was punishment enough?

Yet, Calista remained unimpressed and unmoved. "Mr. Wendell, I acknowledge the sincerity of your gesture," she remarked with a light chuckle, her demeanor calm yet unmistakably stern. "As for the other leg, I think it's best left to my team. They possess the necessary skill to perform the task without causing undue suffering."

Jason, unable to contain his outrage, shrieked, "You b*tch! Aren't you just fine? How dare you treat me like this! Just you wait! When my time comes, I will-"

His threat was abruptly cut short as Titus intervened, silencing him with a firm hand. Titus was determined not to let his recent efforts go to waste, despite Jason's frequent outbursts, as he was still the son he had long cherished.

Calista stood gracefully. "Mr. Wendell, it's regrettable but I must inform you, if you continue to shield him in this manner, Mr. Jason might very well end up destroying his own future."

Her words, tinged with a sense of schadenfreude, carried an undeniable realism that seemed to age Titus visibly within moments.

"As a woman, my approach is softer. Besides, this is a personal

grit his teeth

incident revealed a lack of basic sensibility that could potentially doom not only Jason but

such formalities, I'm more than happy to

his father, who had consistently cleaned up after his messes,

"Dad!"

won't change the situation..." Calista replied with a slight chuckle, the

Bang!

with the rod. The blow wasn't particularly forceful, yet Jason's howl of pain was more piercing than when his leg

as she watched Titus hurriedly roll up Jason's pants to inspect the injury. However, he found no bruise, and it was clear that Calista's strike had been mild. Is Jason exaggerating his pain deliberately? "You brat! You still

Good, I merely intended to teach him a

Stafford, please

ground, barely able to speak, heard his father's declaration. His voice shifted in pitch, his eyes wide

swung the rod down once more. This time, Jason gasped for breath, unable to utter

and Jason would be able to endure a bit of physical pain, Titus embodied

be purposely putting on an act. His wails of

of collapse, yet Calista's calculated moderation kept him conscious.