Her Rebirth of Retribution

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." 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. "Chere, 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.

Her grandmother covered her mouth as she chuckled. "I hope that young man from the Fairchild family will treat my honey bun with the saffection as her nsuggests in the future, cherishing her as his brightest and most beloved possession." Perhaps that was also her greatest wish when she chose the nCalista.

The scenes kept shifting, transitioning from her tender childhood to adolescence and adulthood. However, the further it progressed, the more terrifying it became. When the two elderly people who cherished her dearly passed away, it was as if she was also forgotten, becoming someone superfluous.

The scenes grew increasingly terrifying until she began to feel terrified, cry, and run away.

This shouldn't be happening! I'm supposed to... supposed to be treated as the most precious and beautiful possession... This isn't my fate! Perhaps all I need to do is to endure this period, and it'll pass. That must be it... But she soon realized that the more she persisted and refused to accept her fate, the crueler the world seemed to treat her.

Every tshe found herself in a desperate situation, she dared not give up because she knew that the moment she allowed herself to succumb to despair, it would be the end of her for real.

But despite my refusal to give up, why do I still end up in a desperate situation? Why? A tear slipped out from the corner of her eye, promptly silencing the crowd around Calista. Kallum's heart abruptly clenched. He reached out and carefully touched that single tear, yet felt as if it were molten lava. It didn't just scorch his hand but also burned a gaping hole in his heart.

"What's going on?" Sof those present inexplicably swung their gazes to Shaun because they had never seen Calista shed a tear.

In times past, when the pain was even greater than it is now, she never shed a tear. So, why did she suddenly cry today? Moreover, everyone's heart softened following her tears. They even began to entertain the idea that the experiment should not continue. Seeing her in distress, their conscience stung faintly.

Previously, when she was indifferent, they could still avoid thinking about it. But now that she cried, it felt as if all their strength had been drained away, leaving them unable to continue with their work.

Kallum felt much more distressed than anyone there. The moment Calista started crying, his eyes also turned red-rimmed. However, he knew that her tears were not due to pain but because she was dreaming. The movement of her eyes indicated that she was still in her dream, experiencing a scene of despair, leading to her crying.

If possible, Kallum truly wished he could enter her dream and alter its course, yearning to protect her thoroughly. "What... did I... do wrong?" I was just gifted, 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 caught, injected with a virus, and reduced to a mere test subject devoid of human rights...

Throughout her life, she was constantly on the run. However, her nightmares were endless. Countless times, she yearned deep within her heart for someone to lend her a hand. She didn't aspire to be treated as the most precious and beautiful possession or cherished. All she desired was someone to lend her a hand and give her a moment's respite. The intermittent muttering by Calista in her dream made Kallum grip her hand even tighter. "Callie! You did nothing wrong! It was all their fault! Would you please wake up? I'll treat you well. I'll treat you well for the rest of my life, always only be good to you and you alone!" "Liar." Suddenly, Calista opened her eyes. Her pupils contracted slightly, and lingering fear from her dream remained in the depths of them, but her voice had already calmed.

In this world, there's no such thing as redemption, only equivalent exchange. Emotions are merely a supplement built on this principle of that. In reality, only interests In other words, emotions are atter.

unnecessary. Since escape is not an option, I'll seize the initiative in this lifetime, utilizing all available resources to turn the tables on them!

Kallum was taken aback by her suddenly gloomy gaze, a strong sense of unease surging from his chest. Even as his fingers were interlaced with hers at that moment, he felt an immense distance between them, so much so that he began to doubt whether she truly loved him as deeply as he thought.

"Thank goodness! You're finally awake!" Bowen let out a long signof relief. "If you had remained unconscious, I think my heart might have stopped."

The sole female expert was overcwith emotion, tears om streaming down her face. "You've suffered so much... It's such a relief that you've woken up... It's good that you're awake!"