Her Vengeful Rebirth by Anastasia novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309 Kallum Is Different 

Despite his youth, Kallum displayed a ruthlessness and decisiveness that set him apart from the previous heads of the Fairchild family, who were renowned for their kindness and benevolence. He was known for his swift, resolute actions, and his distinct distaste for unnecessary delays or prolonged disputes. Furthermore, he despised the idea of harboring grudges beyond the day’s end. The unfortunate fate of the Wendell family stood as a stark testament to his uncompromising nature. 

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The historical closeness between the Yost and Fairchild families did little to mitigate the harsh realities former faced. The Yosts had been driven to the brink of financial ruin, narrowly avoiding complete collapse only through the desperate measure of selling off their daughter. It was clear that attempting to appeal to personal relations when dealing with Kallum would likely prove fruitless. 

Titus was coming to terms with his own aging, realizing that his methods and approaches no longer aligned with those of the younger generation. 

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In his weary state, he clung to a faint glimmer of hope. Surely, having broken a leg was punishment enough? 

Yet, Calista remained unimpressed and unmoved. “Mr. Wendell, I acknowledge the sincerity of your gesture,” she remarked with a light chuckle, her demeanor calm yet unmistakably stern. “As for the other leg. I think it’s best left to my team. They possess the necessary skill to perform the task without causing undue suffering. 

Jason, unable to contain his outrage, shrieked, “You b*tch! Aren’t you just fine? How dare you like 

treat me this! Just you wait! When my time comes, I will- 

His threat was abruptly cut short as Titus intervened, silencing him with a firm hand. Titus was determined not to let his recent efforts go to waste, despite Jason’s frequent outbursts, as he was still the son he had long cherished. 

Calista stood gracefully. “Mr. Wendell, it’s regrettable but I must inform you, if you continue to shield him in this manner, Mr. Jason might very well end up destroying his own future.” 

Her words, tinged with a sense of schadenfreude, carried an undeniable realism that seemed to age Titus visibly within moments. 

A flash of contempt crossed Calista’s eyes as she effortlessly took the iron rod from Titus’s hand. “Let me handle this,” she proposed, her tone gentle yet firm. “As a woman, my approach is softer. Besides, this is a personal matter between Jason and me.” 

Titus hesitated, but before he could respond, Kallum interjected with a nonchalant remark, “Now you hesitate? What about when Jason endangered my child?” 

The stark reminder caused Titus to grit his teeth in frustration. “As you wish, Ms. Stafford.” 

He had always perceived Jason as troublesome, but manageable; yet, this incident revealed a lack of basic sensibility that could potentially doom not only Jason but drag the entire Wendell family into ruin. 

“No need for such formalities, I’m more than happy to help,” Calista responded promptly. 

Jason was stunned. Never had he imagined that his father, who had consistently cleaned up after his 

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Chapter 309 Kallum Is Different 

“No matter how much you protest, it won’t change the situation…” Calista replied with a slight chuckle, the iron rod swinging smoothly into her grasp, “Now, you’re under my control.” 

“Y–You b*tch!” 

Bang! 

Before Jason could finish his complaint, Calista struck his hand with the rod. The blow wasn’t particularly forceful, yet Jason’s howl of pain was more piercing than when his leg had been broken. 

“Huh? I was quite gentle, though…” Calista remarked as she watched Titus hurriedly roll up Jason’s pants to inspect the injury. However, he found no bruise, and it was clear that Calista’s strike had been mild. Is Jason craggerating his pain deliberately? 

“You brat! You still refuse to get it together?” At his wit’s end. Titus‘ patience was exhausted as he saw Jason continue his theatrics. 

Calista raised an eyebrow, “He’s fine? Good, 1 merely intended to teach him a modest lesson.” 

Titus, his expression cold, declared, “Ms. Stafford, please proceed! I will not interfere any further!” 

Jason, writhing in pain on the ground, barely able to speak, heard his father’s declaration. His voice shifted in pitch, his eyes wide with shock. “It really hurts! Dad, you have to save me!” 

Bang! 

Calista swung the rod down once more. This time, Jason gasped for breath, unable to utter a sound… 

Assured that Calista wasn’t particularly strong and Jason would be able to endure a bit of physical pain, Titus embodied the adage, out of sight, out of mind. 

However, Jason seemed to be purposely putting on an act. His wails of agony got louder after each strike. 

He felt near the brink of collapse, yet Calista’s calculated moderation kept him conscious. Each strike seemed to push him to the limit of endurance without causing actual unconsciousness or death, but the agony was relentless, driving him to the edge of sanity.