Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 313 Should Have Realized Sooner

His face tense with concern, Kallum took a deep breath and slowly extended his hand toward her. "Callie... tell me what's wrong? I promise you, I'm here for you. I will help you in any way I can! Trust me, I'm willing to do whatever it takes for you!" His earnest plea hung in the air as Calista suddenly spun around, facing him directly. Kallum's hand grasped the empty air as his eyes met hers. At that moment, all his words seemed to catch in his throat, a flicker of fear darting across his purple eyes. "Callie... what's going on?" Calista took a step back, a smile playing on her lips, yet her eyes were streaming with tears tinged with a faint red hue. Her expression was hauntingly eerie, almost too much to bear.

Kallum struggled to discern whether she was laughing or crying; her facial muscles were tense, her smile rigid, while her eyes betrayed a profound agony, the kind pushed to the brink of madness. She seemed to stand in a picturesque field of flowers, yet precariously on the edge of a cliff, as if the slightest touch might send her spiraling into an abyss.

"Would you consider using someone you despise, who just happens to be a unique case, as a human test subject to save another person?" Calista's voice was eerily calm, her blood-tinged tears blending into the flora around her as if they were merely part of the landscape.

Kallum's mind blanked for a moment, feeling as if his heart was clenched within an unseen fist. The person before him seemed so delicate, as though she might shatter from a mere touch, causing him to tread lightly, even with his breathing. "I won't..."

"You will," Calista countered sharply, her insight cutting through his denial. "Just like with Sterling, you wanted to utilize him fully before his demise. I merely preempted your plan by killing him first."

Kallum's heart churned with turmoil, his lips pressing tightly together as he instinctively responded. "Because he's a villain, he wanted to harm you..."

mused thoughtfully, almost coldly. "You

Calista's hypothetical question hung in the air, laden with implications. "Out of a small sense of responsibility, you'd insist the researcher spare her life after the experiment. If it succeeded, she should be healed immediately that's the

Calista took a step

piercing into

for her, you never bothered to find out why she fell ill, or even if it was true.

would cause

chose to remain

those

surge of panic. Her words weren't the ramblings of a delirious person; they were coherent, painfully precise. She spoke as if she was the one sacrificed, the special test subject, while he, blinded by

it be

Are you allergic to rosemary?" Kallum quickly surmised, desperation creeping into his voice. "Can we go home? Let's see a