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.

Titus's hand. "Let me handle this," she proposed, her tone gentle yet firm. "As a woman, my approach is softer. Besides, this is a personal matter between Jason and me." Titus hesitated, but before he could respond, Kallum interjected with a nonchalant remark, "Now you hesitate? What about when Jason endangered my

stark reminder caused Titus to grit his teeth in frustration. "As you wish,

lack of basic sensibility that

for such formalities, I'm more

Never had he imagined that his father, who had consistently cleaned up after his messes, would abandon him at

"Dad!"

how much you protest, it won't change the situation..." Calista replied with a slight chuckle, the

Bang!

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

it was clear that Calista's strike had been mild. Is Jason exaggerating

I

declared, "Ms. Stafford, please proceed! I will

His voice shifted in pitch, his eyes wide with shock. "It really hurts!

This time, Jason gasped for

a bit of physical pain, Titus embodied

to be purposely putting on an act. His wails

kept him conscious. Each strike seemed to push kim