Calista was caught between laughter and sadness. She had rarely shed tears in front of others when she was clear-headed, but at this moment, the pain was all too much to bear.
Her defenses had been stripped away, leaving her with raw, bleeding wounds. The pain was so intense, it was almost suffocating. The K Virus only exacerbated her condition, adding insult to injury. Every breath she took was filled with pure agony.
I was wondering why Sterling didn't show up when it was the Wolfords who managed to capture me. It's because of the Fairchilds' intervention. They wanted to use me to help others, and this the man I'm deeply in love with...
Calista bit her hand to muffle her sobs. She was the only one in the house, yet it was if she feared someone would find her crying and discover her weakness.
Her mind had raced through countless scenarios, but the likeliest explanation for Kallum’s innocence was that he had been duped. Even so, she had been suffering at the Fairchilds' ancestral property for three years, so how could he have not known?
Calista surmised that it was because he hated her and was ignorant of her sufferings, just like the other self-consoling people who all assumed they were saving her by subjecting her to inhumane torture.
In their eyes, Calista was a patient. Without them, she might have died. She made a sacrifice, becoming a living test subject, and it was hard, but they did their best to save her life. What could be a better gift than survival?
Still, they had never once sought Calista's consent.
In fact, she would rather die than endure such torment.
The only reason Calista had endured for three long years instead of seeking death, was because she was tormented to such an extent that all she yearned for was revenge.
Exactly! Revenge! So what if he only provided the venue? Kallum doesn't deserve my kindness! He was indifferent to my sufferings when he hated me and only showed his concern when he liked me. I don't need his superficial affection!
With that thought, Calista gradually wiped her tears and regained her composure, though her gaze was tinged with a hint of madness.
At the very least, I'm doing well now. After my reincarnation, those who had done me wrong in the past have mostly been defeated. I'm different now. This time, I'm going to win!
With that thought, her gaze fell upon her phone and a sudden laugh escaped her. I'm a winner, so shouldn't I boast about it?
She strained her memory for a phone number, then dialed it.
“Hello?” came the voice from the other end. Mirabelle found the sudden phone call rather odd, for she didn't recognize the number.
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