Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 340

“What exactly are you trying to do?” In the darkness, Calista lowered her voice to question Kallum.

Kallum didn't respond directly; instead, he started talking about something else.

“You know, the reason you didn't see Yelena at the Wolford residence before was because Quincy didn't want to acknowledge her. As glorious as she was in the past, that's how awkward she is now in the Langley residence. She can't stay in the main building and has to live with the housekeepers in the annex. But a few days ago, Quincy tried every means to contact her, hoping that she could bail her out of jail. What do you think Yelena will do?”

Suddenly, Calista showed a hint of interest. “In the Langley family, Matthew wouldn't care about her well-being if she had no value to him. The only one who would help her is...”

At the end of the hallway, a faint light seeped out from a door. According to the information, that was where Yelena resided.

Before they even went closer, the intermingled sounds of heavy breathing could be heard emanating from the house. It was unclear whether Yelena was too bold or her secret lover was too impatient. They had actually forgotten to close the door thoroughly.

Calista was pulled aside by Kallum. Both of them, despite their high status, were acting as surreptitiously as petty thieves at that moment.

Calista glanced once, then quickly averted her eyes. She didn't need to look to know what was happening, as the sound alone gave it away. There wasn't a ripple of emotion within her, but Kallum wouldn't let her leave.

“Look,” he whispered into her ear.

“I don't want to.”

Calista struggled for a moment. Was there anything she hadn't seen before? She had known about Yelena's scandal in her previous life, so she had absolutely no interest in it this time around.

Kallum softly chuckled by her ear.

“Callie, tonight we don't have to act like adults. You don't need to be so rational.”

His words left Calista slightly taken aback. It was undeniable that his statement held a magical allure, evoking within her a profound sense of longing.

“Tonight, you're only thirteen years old. Just imagine, as a thirteen-year-old, what would you want to do the most after witnessing your stepmother in an affair?” he said patiently. “Forget about morals, family discord, or anything else. What do you truly desire? Even if it's the darkest, most wicked thought, we should bring it to life!”

Calista was truly a bit moved. What would I have done if I was thirteen again? If my stepmother was having an affair, would I tell Dad?