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..."

thoughtfully, almost coldly. "You hate her but feel a slight obligation. It's

person you despise is also ill, a special infected. Would you let others experiment on her?" 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 least they could do to compensate her. Maybe others suggested that without becoming a test subject, she might die quickly. But by becoming one, she might survive and

took a

gaze piercing into

out why she fell ill, or even if it was true. You were afraid that if you didn't use her

it would cause

to remain

was brutally efficient, a reflection of the mindset of those in power, weighing the lesser of two evils and exploiting

they were coherent, painfully precise. She spoke as if she was

could it be

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