Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 252

In the calm, almost indifferent gaze of Calista, Owen perceived a madness and hatred mirroring his own inner turmoil. Suddenly, he understood that Calista was there to aid him. In fact, one could say that his progress that evening was due to the help of others. This realization brought him a sudden sense of relief. The only task left for him was to control Quincy.

Harvey was utterly baffled. There was a slight commotion among the journalists. It was clear that they too were clueless about what had transpired.

“When did I ever cause the ruin of your family—”

Before Harvey could finish his sentence, Yelena cut him off.

“Quincy!” She had always been here, out of concern. When she saw Owen trying to harm Quincy earlier, she wanted to rush out but was restrained at the crucial moment. Only now was she released.

Upon seeing Yelena, tears welled up once again in Quincy's eyes, which had previously been dried out from crying. Among all these people, the only one she could rely on was Yelena.

Upon seeing Quincy, covered in blood and held hostage, Yelena could no longer contain her fury and roared at Harvey.

“What on earth are you doing? Are you deliberately trying to drive Quincy to her death? She's your only daughter! How could you be so heartless?” When she was first tied up, her captor didn't take her away. Instead, he intentionally let her witness how Harvey was gradually sacrificing Quincy. One could say that Yelena's anger had reached its peak.

One by one, people who shouldn't have shown up started to arrive. Harvey was repeatedly pushed back, his heart filled with panic and his breath short. In his desperation, he even considered faking an illness.

Just as Harvey was about to faint, Calista suddenly let out a cold chuckle.

“Mr. Wolford, you'd better stick around. If you leave now, I might say something uncontrollable later, and you won't be able to stop me.”

With just a single sentence, she had Harvey so flustered that he felt like fainting. He leaned on his substantial belly, panting non-stop, and when he looked at Calista, his eyes held a hint of pleading.

“Ms. Stafford, I believe there was no animosity between us. The one who had a grudge with you was Sterling, but he's already dead! There's no resentment between us, so... could you... please spare me...”

“Spare you? Mr. Wolford, since you can't seem to remember, allow me to have a serious talk with you.”

Swinging her umbrella around, Calista addressed the reporters behind her. “I hope you all can show some kindness toward us, the victims. As for tonight's events, all I'm seeking is punishment for the wrongdoers, not harm to the innocent.”

The underlying message was, that it would be in the reporters' best interest to write according to Calista's intention.