Her Vengeful Rebirth

Chapter 292 Past Memories

“How does Callie sound?”

An elegant elderly lady held a book, her demeanor devoid of any impatience, looking just like a lady from a distinguished family.

Pointing to a line, she adjusted her reading glasses and began slowly, “The embodiment of beauty, a vision fair and bright. How about Calista? Calista, Callie, rolls off the tongue.”

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An elderly man practicing calligraphy at the side nodded. With a swift movement of his hand, he wrote the word “Calista” on the parchment paper. “Perfect! It’s decided, then!”

He beckoned at the little girl at the side, who was only about one or two years old. “Come here, honey bun. From now on, this will be your name!”

The little girl was just as adorable as a honey bun, her cute, rounded face radiating pure innocence. She walked over clumsily.

Calista had an exceptional memory from a young age. She could vividly recall events from when she was only over a year old. She even remembered the color of the clothes her grandfather wore that day. She also remembered it was a beautiful and warm morning, with lovely sunlight filtering through the maple tree forest to stream into the house’s courtyard.

man from the Fairchild family will treat my honey bun with the

her greatest wish when she chose the

to adolescence and adulthood. However, the further it progressed, the more terrifying it became. When the two

until she began to feel terrified, cry,

isn’t my fate! Perhaps all I need to do is to endure this period, and it’ll pass. That must be it…

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the more she persisted and refused to accept her fate, the crueler

that the moment she allowed herself to succumb to despair, it would

ge

Why?

of her eye, promptly silencing the crowd around Calista. Kallum’s heart abruptly clenched. He reached out and carefully touched that single tear,

“What’s going on?”

to Shaun because they had never seen

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greater than it is now, she never shed a tear. So, why did she

even began to entertain the idea that the experiment should not continue. Seeing her in distress,

it. But now that she cried, it felt as if all their strength had been drained away, leaving them unable to continue with

not due to pain but because she was dreaming. The movement of her eyes indicated that she was still in her dream, experiencing

enter her dream and alter its course,

did I do wrong?”

but I was exploited and milked by Quincy. I was merely betrothed through an arranged marriage, yet Mirabelle was consumed by jealousy and sabotaged me. I only wasn’t willing to sacrifice myself to prolong someone else’s life, yet I was hunted down. All I wanted… was to escape, yet I was