“Thank you, but this is already sufficient as it stands,” Calista said.
At her words, Kallum's expression grew more intense as he recalled a piece of advice from Wilbur. He had once said that under significant stress, a highly rational mind could be prone to depression—a state that, in fifteen percent of cases, could lead to suicide.
Given Calista's subdued spirit and lethargic demeanor, these were alarming signs of depression that couldn't be ignored! He felt a compelling need to stir her emotions, to break through her growing indifference to the world around her.
Relief washed over Yelena when she heard Calista's decision to step back. In her view, it was only because of Calista's persistence that Kallum had sought her out so late at night, plunging her into this chaos. Thus, with Calista's resolution to withdraw, Yelena believed she had narrowly dodged a dire situation.
Unexpectedly, Kallum responded, “Let her go? Sure.” H
He then pulled out nine hundred from his pocket—a rare occurrence since he seldom carried cash. This particular sum, he had prepared specifically for this moment.
He handed the money to Calista, fixing her with an intense gaze, “Remember when she flung that money at you? What did you want to do then? Now, with me here, you can do anything you wish!”
Calista stared at the banknotes in momentary disbelief, struggling to grasp the implication of his actions.
“Speak up! If you were thirteen again, what would you want to do?” Kallum urged, his voice carrying an edge of urgency, snapping Calista out of her reflective state.
She looked from the money to Yelena, the restraints of her younger self momentarily surfacing again in her eyes—now not so sharp or detached but mixed with fear and a sliver of... anticipation.
Reflecting on that past moment, when Yelena had both belittled her and tossed money at her face, what was she really supposed to have done?
“I... I wanted to shove this money down her throat... make her swallow it!” Calista confessed, a spark of old resentment flickering in her eyes.
A smile of relief spread across Kallum's face. “All right, then let's do it this way!”
“W-What are you planning to do? No! Help—” Yelena's plea was cut short as Kallum quickly moved to cover her mouth.
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