Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 372

For a woman as strong as Calista, she could handle even the greatest shocks.

“Why is it considered good?” Calista, unaware of the underlying reasons, furrowed his brows and said, “I feel they only bring me trouble.”

Wilbur chuckled lightly. “Then, I must congratulate you. Having worries means you're getting closer to the common folk. I'm not saying there's something wrong with you. Rather, your previous feelings were quite unconventional. Besides, there's nothing wrong with being ordinary, right? I, for one, revel in being an average Joe.”

Calista paused for a moment.

“So, are you saying my changes are because I'm returning to normal?” She pondered over her past self for a moment, then suddenly furrowed her brows. “I don't want to revert back to who I used to be.”

Seeing her aversion to the past, Wilbur shook his head and reassured her, “Don't worry. You'll never revert back to the way you were before. You'll only become better than you are now.”

“Better than now?”

With a smile, Wilbur confidently stated, “Naturally, it'll be better. There's an old saying about rebirth from the ashes, but such rebirth is divided into two parts. The moment you undergo a profound change, you cast aside all the traits you no longer desired, marking your rebirth. However, only after experiencing the refining of time, adjusting your mindset, and reevaluating yourself, can you truly attain rebirth. On the clear stage of your mind, you should retrieve what shouldn't be abandoned, discard what truly needs to be discarded, and extract what's truly needed. Eliminate malice and return to nature; only then can you achieve true transcendence. So, at that time, you will be better than you are now.”

Calista glanced at him.

“After being abandoned, there's naturally no need to reclaim it, right? Just like cowardice... What's its use?”

Wilbur reached out his hand, opened her palm, and placed a piece of candy in it.

“Cowards are usually gentle, not ones to hold grudges. Who's to say that's a bad thing? Every trait exists for a reason. How can we differentiate between what's useful and what's not?”

Calista pinched the piece of candy, her eyebrows furrowing slightly before he handed it back. “I don't really like sweets,” she said.

Satisfied, Wilbur laughed and gently pushed the hand away.

“But Mrs. Fairchild once mentioned that the old Calista used to have a sweet tooth, didn't she? You can let go of many things, but you shouldn't let go of yourself, right?”

Calista was taken aback, but Wilbur had already walked away with a smile, leaving her holding the candy, a bit at a loss.

Kallum watched from the end of the hallway. Even though he knew he shouldn't be jealous, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy seeing Calista chatting happily with another man. He almost wished he could chase that bothersome man away.

However, Wilbur could indeed help Calista... With this thought, he suppressed the displeasure in his heart. His expression, however, remained unhappy. If he had known earlier, he would have minored in psychology.

Calista mulled over, gazing at the candy in her hand. After much contemplation, she popped it into her mouth, her face void of any expression. Indeed, it was the milk candy she used to adore so much.

Before, she had always felt as if she were alive, but her soul was floating in mid-air, observing with detached indifference. But now, she could occasionally feel that she was truly “alive” without experiencing pain. From this perspective, her change should be seen as a positive development, shouldn't it?