Her Vengeful Rebirth

Chapter 147 A Dollar For The Performance

Just by looking into her eyes, Calista could decipher her intentions. However, those around them were oblivious. Mirabelle had gone to such lengths that she had already won over the goodwill of most people.

“That’s enough. Calista… I think she’s rather pitiful,” a classmate whispered to Calista. Despite Calista’s tendency to keep to herself, she always thought of her as kind–hearted and believed she would let Mirabelle off the hook.

Others also spoke in a relatively fair manner.

“I think it’s enough too. She’s been humbling herself so much, she must have learned her lesson by now.”

Others chimed in. “Yeah, yeah, let’s just forgive her! Make her pay a hefty sum, we’re still classmates after all.”

The chorus of voices grew louder and louder. An ordinary person would have buckled under such pressure and called it quits. But not Calista. She watched as Mirabelle prostrated herself, her heart remaining utterly unperturbed.

Back then, when she contracted the K Virus, she sought to save herself. Eventually, Mirabelle, in her “kindness“, willingly took her in. Overwhelmed with gratitude, she revealed the truth to Mirabelle. She admitted to being infected with the virus, but assured her that it was not contagious and there was no need to be afraid.

However, Mirabelle betrayed her in the blink of an eye!

On her first day at the research institute. Mirabelle came to see her. At that time, she had no idea that it was Mirabelle who had spilled the secret to Quincy. She was caught off guard, even kneeling down to plead with Mirabelle to save her just this once!

Back then, Mirabelle had revealed the truth to her with a laugh. She looked down on her, a person who had already been condemned, with the air of a victor, and spoke with a sense of triumph.

“If you’re to blame anyone, blame your own foolishness. Who do you think I am? Do you really think you’re worthy of being my friend? If it weren’t for the Fairchild family, you would have been dead by my hands long ago! You despicable fool!”

The surrounding noise grew louder and louder! Apart from discussions about Calista’s cold–heartedness, there were also pleas for Calista to forgive Mirabelle. Given Calista’s status, the school didn’t intervene in the matter. However, they did send a teacher to speak to Calista, hoping that she wouldn’t create an uncontrollable scene at school and that any issues should be dealt with at home.

a bewildered expression, did Calista nod. She

an intense hatred! However, upon seeing Calista, she still managed to show a hopeful expression, her humility

that she had

her up, Calista bent over and gently lifted

catching the gaze

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eyes was subtle. It wasn’t hate, nor happiness or anger. It

inexplicable fear, Mirabelle strived to maintain a hopeful gaze

had become cautious, almost timid. Was this the first

to forgive Mirabelle. Perhaps there would even be applause. They were all from the same school, all

Calista spoke, her voice still maintaining that

never forgive someone who tried to kill me, let alone give them another chance to harm me. If you wish to continue pestering me, go

surroundings erupted into

up and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket. She looked. down at

pleaded with me, the hatred in your eyes as you kowtowed to me, it was incredibly

as a token of appreciation for all the effort you’ve put in, a reward for your humble

pull out a coin and tossed it on the ground, then turned and

few steps when Mirabelle coughed up blood! This was no act, she

to the hospital. However, Calista didn’t look back as

intense hatred was so palpable that it sent shivers down the spine

“Calistal Calista!”

her name through clenched