Her Vengeful Rebirth by Anastasia novel Chapter 398

Chapter 398 Wash Carpet 

At that moment, Calista’s voice came from above, causing Yelena’s tear–streaked face to twitch. uncontrollably. “You’ve dirtied the carpet.” 

“No… I didn’t!” replied Yelena. 

“Take it to the yard and give it a proper wash. I’ll have Richard fetch the water for you.” 

Yelena panicked because her hands would surely not be able to bear scrubbing the carpet in that kind of weather. 

“You seem unwilling.” Calista looked at Yelena with a troubled expression. 

“Benedict… Benedict…” The look in Calista’s eyes genuinely frightened Yelena, causing her to fall before Benedict in a plea for help. However, Yelena’s makeup was smeared by tears, making her look like a ghost. How could she possibly stir up any sympathy from Benedict, especially considering that she had been dishonest first? 

“All this fuss over a simple mistake, honestly! I’m not going to care about this anymore!” After Benedict finished speaking, he left the room with a stern expression, leaving Yelena helplessly staring at his retreating figure. 

Behind Yelena was the faint laughter of Calista. “If you don’t finish cleaning today, there won’t be any dinner for you.” 

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Calista found being the bad guy incredibly satisfying, especially when seeing the other party powerless to resist. It made her want to torment Yelena mercilessly! 

“Of course, if you think it’s too cruel to make you scrub the carpet with cold water in this freezing weather, the door is right there. You’re welcome to leave at your own pace. No need for me to see you out.” With a single sentence, Calista had grasped Yelena’s lifeline. 

Yelena glared at Calista with resentment, wishing she could tear the latter to pieces! “How could you be so heartless? I was once your stepmother! Aren’t you afraid of others talking behind your back for treating me like this?” 

Calista stood up, crossing her arms as she stared at Yelena sprawled on the carpet, a picture of disarray. “I don’t care. After all, I learned all these from you. Enjoy it.” 

After saying that, she ascended the stairs with a smile. 

Staring at Calista’s retreating figure, Yelena was frantic. How can I get my revenge on Calista? I don’t care what happens to me as long as I can retaliate against Calista! After all, Quincy had already been released from prison. Maybe I can perish together with Calista! 

That wild idea flickered in her mind for a moment, but she quickly suppressed it because she wasn’t ready to die. No, I’ll just bear with it for now! After all, Calista will be leaving in a week. All I have to do is endure this week 

That’s all. 

On the staircase, Calista watched as Yelena silently went about gathering the carpet, smiling faintly. I bet she’s thinking she can just endure this, but a week it’s not that short. 

A lot had been happening recently in the bustling Horington. After nearly two years of laying low, Kallum 

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Chapter 398 Wash Carpet 

a stir in the entire business community. His actions were a bold declaration of his presence! 

The Ingram family was struggling to protect itself, so it was only natural that Quincy would not choose to follow them into ruin. Upon learning that Quincy had returned to the Wolford family, Yelena started to entertain other thoughts. 

If Yelena couldn’t stay with the Stafford family long–term, it would be nice if her daughter could take her in. Although the Wolford family was nearly ruined, they could still ensure the mother and daughter had enough to eat and stay warm. 

Unfortunately, Yelena couldn’t meet Quincy, so she thought of making her move through Benedict. 

Calista didn’t care about all that. At that moment, she was at the Sinclair residence, having Ambrose paint her portrait. 

After the final follow–up appointment, Ambrose had fully recovered. However, just as Calista was about to leave, he pulled her back. “Callie, may I paint one final portrait of you?” 

Calista looked into Ambrose’s clear eyes, and before her mind could catch up, her body had already agreed. 

At that moment, Ambrose seemed as though he had received something incredibly precious, his eyes. crinkling with joy as he laughed. 

Halfway through her painting, Calista found herself growing drowsy under the winter sun. At that moment, Ambrose unexpectedly asked a question, with a paintbrush held between his teeth. “Callic, do you really have feelings for Kallum?” 

Calista was taken aback, but didn’t respond. 

Ambrose then asked, “Why aren’t you with him then?” 

As he was sketching, he glanced at her expression. “What’s bothering you?” 

She had been back home for two days and found a rare moment to dodge that question. Yet, it was brought up again. Facing Ambrose, she sighed inwardly. “I suppose a part of me is feeling reluctant.” 

The speed at which Ambrose painted began to slow down. Suddenly, a sense of maturity, utterly unrelated to his youthful appearance, emerged on his clean and handsome face. “Do you want to… find someone simpler, to have a simpler romance and lead a simpler life?” 

“Is such a life really possible? It sounds quite desirable…” However, Calista couldn’t help but smile, finally shaking her head, “All of that seems too far away from me.”