Her Vengeful Rebirth

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“Thank you, but this is already sufficient as it stands,” Calista said.

At her words, Kallum’s expression grew more intense as he recalled a piece of advice from Wilbur. He had once said that under significant stress, a highly rational mind could be prone to depression–a state that, in fifteen percent of cases, could lead to suicide.

Given Calista’s subdued spirit and lethargic demeanor, these were alarming signs of depression that couldn’t be ignored! He felt a compelling need to stir her emotions, to break through her growing indifference to the world around her.

Relief washed over Yelena when she heard Calista’s decision to step back. In her view, it was only because of Calista’s persistence that Kallum had sought her out so late at night, plunging her into this chaos. Thus, with Calista’s resolution to withdraw. Yelena believed she had narrowly dodged a dire situation.

Unexpectedly, Kallum responded, “Let her go? Sure.” H

He then pulled out nine hundred from his pocket–a rare occurrence since he seldom carried cash. This particular sum, he had prepared specifically for this moment.

He handed the money to Calista, fixing her with an intense gaze, “Remember when she flung that money

you want to do then? Now, with me here,

the banknotes in momentary disbelief, struggling to

what would you want to do?” Kallum urged, his voice

surfacing again in her eyes–now not so sharp or detached but

tossed money at her face, what was she

her swallow it!” Calista

Kallum’s face. “All right, then

to do? No! Help-” Yelena’s plea was cut short as Kallum quickly moved to cover her mouth.

he secured Yelena’s hands behind her back. His other hand gripped her chin, forcing

would stoop to confront her, much less that he was doing so to allow Calista to express her pent–up anger.

it? What did they mean by when she

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could she possibly recall the significance

thought, a fierce blaze of hatred ignited in Calista’s eyes. Gripping

this nine hundred signifies. Let me remind you… Do you remember when I was thirteen and I asked you for eight hundred and eighty–five for a school event?

she recounted the event, mentally transporting herself back to being thirteen. In a sudden, fierce gesture, she hurled the money directly into

on me was a waste, well, take it back! Moreover, this money is from my father! Whether it’s worth spending on me

fear began to rise from the depths of