Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 296

“Trust me, doing this will alleviate the pain.”

Calista nodded subtly. She had to admit that when Kallum kissed her, the pain in her body seemed to lessen significantly. Such was the strange effect of hormones.

Just as the two were becoming increasingly engrossed in the moment of passion, a sudden knock on the door echoed through the room, leaving them both startled.

Subconsciously, Kallum covered Calista with the blanket, asking discontentedly. “Who is it?”

Upon hearing her son's annoyed voice, Wanda felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She wondered if she had inadvertently disrupted something, but it was just past dinner time.

With a stiffened resolve, Wanda said, “Callie, your dad's here. Aren't you going to see him?”

It was then that Calista remembered that Benedict should have arrived by then. After all, just a few days ago, Wanda had discussed her marriage plans with him. Since she hadn't returned home, Benedict had no choice but to come and check in with her.

“Um... I'm on my way.”

Calista gave Kallum a nudge, swiftly getting dressed. Off to the side, Kallum grumbled, “Who visits at this time?”

In his heart, he had long stopped considering Calista as part of the Stafford family.

Calista chuckled. “Since we're getting married, do you really think you can avoid meeting my dad?”

Kallum cast his covetous gaze over her. The more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt. The night was when she felt the most discomfort, so it was impossible for him to make a move then. Everything had fallen into place perfectly at that moment; it was such a pity it had been disrupted.

Despite the dissatisfaction swelling within him, he refrained from voicing his complaints. Instead, he simply hummed in response. “Of course not. I'll accompany you to meet Dad!”

He's calling him Dad already? Calista suddenly felt a strange sensation. Their progress was incredibly fast. Although they were only getting married and had to wait until she was of age to officially register, it was undeniably a whirlwind romance.

While she was lost in thought, twenty minutes had already passed by the time they were ready to meet Benedict.

Benedict probably knew his timing wasn't the best. He would have preferred to come a little later, but recent events were just too difficult to put into words.

Upon seeing Kallum arrive with Calista, Benedict's emotions were incredibly complex. Although he was technically Kallum's future father-in-law, he found himself unable to assert any form of authority over the latter.

Kallum hadn't ventured out for quite some time, yet his reputation seemed to grow increasingly fearsome. He had effortlessly crushed the Wolford family, and Harvey was dead. If it hadn't been for Harvey's associates changing sides swiftly, it was only a matter of time before the Fairchild family gradually took them down.

So, even though Kallum had always been fairly kind to him, Benedict never dared to act arrogantly in front of the former.

“Callie, Mr. Kallum...”

Benedict furrowed his brows. “Perhaps it's not just a feeling, you know. These past few days have been strange. The day before yesterday, I nearly got hit by a car. Yesterday, I tripped on something and almost hit my head on a sharp rock. And just now, right when I was about to leave the house, my car brakes suddenly failed! I had to run until the car ran out of gas before I could catch a taxi over here.”

The expression on Calista's face gradually shifted from indifference to seriousness.

One or two incidents could be chalked up to coincidence, but as they increased, it became clear that Benedict might be on to something—someone was out to kill him. However, to say that Benedict had offended someone would be overestimating him. The only plausible explanation was that they were actually targeting her.

Seeing that Calista remained silent, Benedict said, “I can't recall offending anyone. I suspect they weren't targeting me. What puzzles me is that, if I were to die, it doesn't seem like it would have much of an impact on you...”

“What do you mean by having no impact on me?” Calista suddenly raised an eyebrow. “If you were to die before my wedding, it would likely be postponed indefinitely, and any delay implies uncertainty.”

Calista's ominous words sent chills down Benedict's spine, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

“What should I do then? Should... should I hire some bodyguards?”

Calista shook her head. “I'll have Kallum assign someone to protect you. For the time being, it's best if you avoid going anywhere other than the office.”

When Benedict left, Kallum had sent Quintus to accompany him. If anyone was most concerned about this marriage affair, it was undoubtedly Kallum. Therefore, to ensure there were no problems, Quintus was sent with ten specially-trained bodyguards who were also tasked with protecting Benedict around the clock.