Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 335 I Do Not Have A Daughter

"She ruthlessly exposed my lies and berated me harshly in front of my classmates! I felt guilty, resentful, and furious! I hated her! But I didn't dare to talk back to her because I was young at that time, and the consequence of fighting back was her targeting me. With no one to help me, my situation would only get worse. Seeing that we were about to be late, my stepmother didn't cease her harsh scolding. My classmate, in a very soft voice, said, 'Ma'am, we're sorry. We won't lie again. We're about to be late. Could you let us go to school now?' To our surprise, my stepmother turned to glare at her. From her attire, my stepmother could tell she wasn't from a wealthy family. She began with her signature mocking and sarcastic remarks. 'Indeed, birds of a feather flock together. You're defending her lies; you're no better. I'm going to tell your teacher to have you reflect on your actions in front of the entire school!' Her words terrified my classmate..."

Calista couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth. She noticed Wilbur looking at her with such an expressive gaze. It was undeniable that even his sympathy seemed more acceptable than most people's. It was as if he understood her and genuinely empathized with her, and he felt sorry for her.

"The classmate kept apologizing, even breaking into tears. She had worked so hard to get into that school. She was terrified the teacher might not like her. I could tell she must have regretted interacting with me, and even more so, coming to my house... Because my stepmother had something to hold over us, she belittled both me and her to the point where we felt worthless. All we could do was cry. We were unable to utter a single word in our defense. This continued until school had already started. My stepmother, still not satisfied, finally stopped. She pulled out nine hundred from her elegant purse and harshly threw it at my face! At that moment, I found myself longing to grab the knife lying not too far away and thrust it into her throat."

Calista continued, "After she threw the money in my face, she watched me suppress my anger until my body trembled. She sneered, 'Isn't this what you wanted? Here's an extra fifty. Go treat yourself to cr*p! Honestly... even tossing money into the water would at least make a splash, but giving you a single cent feels like a waste!' Then, she picked up her purse and left for her beauty treatment. After my stepmother left, my classmate broke down, crying loudly in despair. In anger, she yelled at me, 'I hate you!' before running off. The housekeepers stood by, watching the spectacle unfold. As for me, I picked up that nine hundred in the end. Back then, I couldn't comprehend. Although my family was far from poor, why did I feel like a beggar? This was my home, yet why did I feel oppressed, as if I was living under someone else's roof? Others seemed to live like princesses, while I had to endure for the sake of harmony and growth... In short, the cost of that one lie was too high, so I never lied again."

The room fell into silence for a moment before Wilbur suddenly asked, "Did you end up renting that dress?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

attend the gala. I exchanged those nine hundred into a lot of

seemingly twinkling with stars. "Surprised, aren't you? What you don't know is that I honed my stone-skipping skills during that time. The

had said. She'd rather throw her money into the water and hear it splash than give it to her. And Calista had actually given up on the dress that she had been longing for, abandoned her desire to showcase her beauty, and used the money to create a splash in the water instead. That night by the lake, was she laughing or

heart became even more pronounced. He looked into her eyes and asked, "And what about now?

displayed seemingly an illusion. From the moment she rose, she returned to the initial impression she had given when she

flashed a smirk, yet it seemed as if there was

once yearned for, I no longer

Wanda was the first to approach

have grown a bit brighter than before. "Mr. Sutton is indeed

just a casual chat. He believes that successful treatment requires a good rapport between two people. It seems that

feels the same

"It's getting late. I need to head