Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 415

Kallum suddenly let out a chuckle, “You're absolutely right.” His body tensed momentarily as he swiftly pulled his arm free from Walter's grasp, straightening his attire meticulously as he did so. “She has indeed captivated my soul. I would go to any lengths for her, even if that meant becoming inept.”

When Walter reached out once again in an attempt to grasp his arm, a sharp glance from Kallum froze him in place. Faced with the uncle he had always held in high regard, Kallum's patience finally snapped. “Don't touch my clothes again, you'll wrinkle them. It won't look good if Callie sees me like this.”

With that, he brushed past Walter, whose face had turned as red as a beet, and boldly made his entrance.

Kallum had already informed the President beforehand, so his entry into the quarantine area was smooth and unobstructed. However, many onlookers couldn't help but scrutinize his every move, trying to decipher his real reasons for being there.

Was he there to unleash his fury on Calista, perhaps even end her life, or was he intending to convince her to set clear boundaries with the Fairchild family?

Many speculated thus, pondering why such a drastic step would be necessary over just one woman, turning an entire nation against oneself.

Ignoring the speculative gazes of the crowd, Kallum navigated through several security checkpoints, his determination unshaken until he finally reached her.

“Mr. Kallum...” Shaun began to rise as soon as he saw him, but Kallum gestured for silence with a finger to his lips.

Without needing to draw nearer, Kallum could see that Calista was asleep. Shaun had discreetly kept him updated on her condition—she had lost a significant amount of blood, endured not only external but also internal injuries, and had almost been strangled to death while he was busy capturing a notorious criminal for both personal and national motives.

The thought of the brutal treatment his woman had suffered was a recurring nightmare, igniting a fierce rage within him each time it surfaced, filling him with an urge to destroy everything around him!

“How is she doing now?” Kallum inquired in a subdued voice, barely above a whisper.

Shaun responded in equally hushed tones, “Apart from the severe blood loss which has left her weak, she's now out of immediate danger.”

“That's good then...” Kallum felt a weight lift from his shoulders, the relentless anxiety he had carried seeming to dissolve at that moment.

Shaun looked at Kallum, his expression conflicted, as if he had something to say but was hesitant. Despite being out of touch with the current outside chaos, he knew about the turmoil brought by the relatives of the nearly two hundred people housed in the quarantine area, which had only calmed down about half an hour earlier.

There are urgent matters requiring Mr. Kallum's attention. He shouldn't be here right now, and I'm sure he knows that too.

It seemed Kallum understood what Shaun was hinting at, and he softly explained, “When she was in trouble, I wasn't there for her. Now that I'm here, I need to be the first person she sees when she wakes up.”

This heartfelt admission rendered Shaun speechless, unable to formulate a rebuttal. Instead, he felt a pang of melancholy and sighed deeply. “Indeed...”