Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 358

Therefore, even if I cast aside my dignity to plead with her, it wouldn't earn me an ounce of her pity.

The intense fury, indignation, and humiliation caused Kallum's face to flush red. Suddenly, he looked at her and began to sneer.

“Heh, wouldn't it be better if I just moved out altogether? It's not proper for men and women to live under the same roof if they're not related. How can we stay in the same house?”

Calista narrowed her eyes. “You're right.”

She briefly assessed her own financial situation and realized that buying a small house near Fairchild Manor was not a big deal at all.

“It seems we've reached an agreement, my dear brother. When will you announce my 'miscarriage' to the world, followed by our emotional discord, ultimately leading to me becoming your sister?”

Seeing her so eager to sever ties with him, Kallum once again felt a pain akin to being pricked by a needle.

He was practically gasping for breath, but this time, he was determined not to back down, not ever.

“Suit yourself!”

Kallum forced these words through gritted teeth, then turned around. “I will never beg you again. I absolutely won't beg you!”

Calista gave no response, and she just watched him walk away. Her gaze was calm and undisturbed. It was exactly like Wilbur's words—her sorrow wouldn't deepen regardless of who left.

Everyone else had left, only Quintus came over with a helpless expression. “Ms. Stafford, did you have another argument with Mr. Kallum? Why? He's been trying so hard to please you, even reading numerous psychology books and frequently asking Mr. Sutton for advice on how to get along with you... I've never seen Mr. Kallum be so careful with anyone before, Ms. Stafford... He truly likes you.”

Once the fireworks had ended, people around her began to depart in small groups. Calista stood there, looking profoundly lonely.

She wiped her face, and in an instant, it was awash with vibrant colors.

“I know he likes me,” Calista said with a soft laugh. “I'm also grateful, for he had put up with me until now, but...”

Suddenly, Calista looked at Quintus, her eyes bright and sparkled. But upon closer inspection, it wasn't that at all. It was the shimmer of tears.

“But do you know?” She pointed at her chest repeatedly. “All that's left here is 'hatred'. It was love that drove me to despair, but it was hatred that kept me alive. All I have left is hatred... How can I love someone again?”

“Mr. Kallum, Ms. Stafford has rented a scenic mansion on a slope not too far from here.”

“Let her be!”

“Mr. Kallum, Ms. Stafford mentioned that the lab is quite busy, so she won't be coming over for dinner.”

“Let her be!”

“Mr. Kallum, Ms. Stafford is packing her bags and planning to move out!”

Kallum spoke insincerely.

Wanda found herself torn between laughter and tears. How come her son, who was usually so composed, became utterly helpless when he encountered Callie?

“If you rush over there in your current state of anger, I can't imagine any outcome other than further straining your relationship.”

“Then what more can I do?” Upon hearing this, Kallum angrily glared at Wanda.

“All this time, I've been the one backing down. I even begged her to marry me! But she...”

Speaking of this, Kallum was reminded of that night. Calista, covered in vibrant ink, was laughing heartily, her every move pressing him relentlessly. He was utterly defenseless against her.

Wanda let out a sigh.

“But Callie is a patient...”

She pushed Kallum onto the couch. “She has done so much for you, so what's the harm in you, a grown man, giving in to her for once?”

A bitter taste lingered in Kallum's mouth, unsure how to convey to Wanda that it wasn't a matter of giving in. He comprehended that even if he trampled on his own dignity, Calista would not change her mind. That was why he had spoken those words that day, hoping to make his defeat appear less disgraceful.