Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 170 An Understatement Once this thought had taken root, it spread like wild grass. No matter how close they were, it was never enough for Kallum. He wanted to infiltrate Calista's life, to bind her tightly to himself. Naturally, he was curious about what Calista had been through. Unfortunately, he usually didn't dare to ask, always feeling that the answer might not be favorable to him. However, things had changed.

"Where are you taking me?" asked Kallum.

Bewildered, Calista glanced at him. "I'm bringing you to my grandparents' place." "Why?" Calista shook his head, refusing to speak.

"Why are we going there?" Kallum moved closer, and to his surprise, he noticed that Calista seemed to blush. She didn't dare to look at him, and even the palm of her hand that he was holding started to sweat. "I-I'm giving you a s-surprise..." After she stuttered out her words, she suddenly let go of Kallum's hand and staggered up the mountain. Suddenly, a wave of joy washed over Kallum. Was Calista feeling shy? Indeed, she must still harbor feelings for me! With that in mind, he quickened his pace to catch up, his eyebrows arched in a broad, unmistakable smile. However, once she arrived at the wooden hut, Calista was taken aback. Tears immediately began to fall, even she didn't understand why she was crying.

Back when everything was ablaze, she mustered the courage to burn all her bridges, not shedding a single tear. Later on, she didn't even have the slightest inclination to look back.

Once it was burnt, it was gone. If it was gone, there was nothing left to see.

Yet, when she was drunk, it seemed as if she had truly reverted back to her old self, far from the calm she exhibited when sober. She stood there crying so sorrowfully that it instantly disconcerted Kallum. "Don't cry..." he urged.

He hadn't expected such an intense reaction from Calista. He clumsily wiped her tears, glanced at the ruins, and assured her earnestly, "Don't worry. I'll find out who was bold enough to burn this place down!" When the house was discovered to be on fire, because Calista expressed indifference, the Stafford family merely reported the incident but didn't pay attention to the progress of the case. Therefore, up until then, there hadn't been any news. Seeing Calista so heartbroken, Kallum wished he could drag out the arsonist and tear him to pieces. His tone was filled with murderous intent.

"No need..." Calista sobbed, wiping her eyes as she choked out, "I burned it myself..." Kallum was taken aback for a moment. His expression twisted momentarily, but he still continued to comfort her by saying, "Um... Good job. If you're regretting it, tellthe kind of style you like? I can build another one for you." Calista didn't pay him any attention, but her sobs slowly began to quiet down.

Kallum, with a pang of distress, offered her a handkerchief. A sharp glint flashed momentarily in his purple eyes. "Why did you burn it in the first place if you couldn't bear to part with it?" Calista gradually stopped crying. She used a handkerchief to wipe her face clean, her eyes, red and swollen, fixed on the ruins.

"Because I couldn't afford to be weak anymore..." Kallum, with his keen awareness, realized that he might be on the brink of uncovering the secret. His Adam's apple bobbed before he finally asked, "Did someone hurt you?" He then pondered, deciding to follow his heart, and said softly, "Actually, you can still live like before. I'll take care of you. Even if I'm gone, I'll ensure your life is smooth sailing." His tone was firm, yet Calista merely glanced at him, letting out a muted humph.

"You despise me. As long as it's out of your sight, you wouldn't care about my death or how I die!" she responded.

Perhaps it was her earnest tone that made Kallum's heart skip a beat, prompting him to immediately assure her with utmost seriousness, "How Could that be possible? I would never let anything happen to you! Regardless of whether I can see or not!" Yet, it seemed as though Calista hadn't heard him, giving him a peculiar look. "Forget about it. I'm already used to you not liking me." To Kallum, that was nothing less than a colossal defamation.

If he were sober, Kallum would never utter words related to emotions. This had becan unspoken agreement between him and Calista. But then, as Calista was drunk and questioning his feelings, he felt even more terrified. "Calista, listen to me!" Kallum placed his hands on her shoulders. "I really like you. No... That's an understatement. I love you! More than you can ever imagine!" Bewildered, Calista stared into his eyes, yet it felt as if she had been pierced by a thorn.

"Liar!" Calista suddenly snapped in anger, slapping his hand away. She turned to leave but was held back by Kallum.

His gaze was intense, and deep within his eyes, there was a powerful emotion so strong it was almost overwhelming. "I'm not lying!" He studied her with a complex gaze for a long time. In the end, his voice lowered, yet the weight of each word he spoke becheavier.

"If I hadn't loved you so deeply, I

would have certainly dragged you to hell with me! Do you know what tormentsthe most every day? It's ther not the uncertainty of life o death, but the dilemma of whether to possess you!" His voice gradually grew hoarse, yet his expression subtly hinted at madness.

"Possessing you is akin to killing you! Perhaps in the end, neither of us would die, but it would still cause you ΟΠ great pain. If I could love you a little less! I would drag you into hell with me, disregarding your life or death, all to derive the utmost pleasure from you! Anything goes, but you can't question my feelings for you!" he said.