Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 418

How did she manage to do that?

Hence, the President asked her with a smile, “Young lady, Kallum has undertaken extraordinary measures on your behalf. What do you have to say in response to his actions?”

Even in her state of disarray, with her appearance far from pristine, Calista's eyes sparkled with an intense, cold brilliance, reminiscent of stars illuminating the dark night sky.

“The only thing I can promise is that I won't let him down,” she declared firmly, her resolve clear.

The President gave a nod of understanding and approval.

At this point in the crisis, betting on Calista's proven skills seemed a more prudent strategy than adhering to more conservative approaches. Her previous success in swiftly handling the Influenza T epidemic stood as a testament to her abilities. Moreover, she had been the one to develop the antiserum; surely, she could handle its side effects as well.

“Very well, you may go... But remember, you have only three days,” he cautioned her.

Kallum exhaled a deep sigh of relief upon receiving the President's endorsement, his gratitude evident as he responded warmly, “Thank you, Mr. President!”

Gratitude was swiftly followed by action; he wasted no additional time and immediately began to usher Calista away. The urgency of the situation was palpable, and Kallum had many responsibilities calling for his leadership. There was simply no time for delay.

As he helped Calista into the vehicle, Kallum chose not to join her inside right away.

Instead, he bent down and tenderly kissed her forehead. “Take a bath when you get home, try not to dwell too much on today, and get some good rest. Just be careful not to wet your wound. We'll talk more after you've had some sleep,” he instructed softly.

“Where are you off to?” Calista asked, her voice hoarse and weak.

“I've got a small issue to take care of. I expect to find you asleep by the time I get back,” Kallum replied, his tone casual yet caring. He gently stroked her hair, his touch reassuring. “Don't worry, Gunner will be there to ensure your safety. Once you're home, you'll be safe.”

Calista felt the weight of the chaos she needed to address and tightened her grip on his sleeve before reluctantly letting go. “All right.”

“Good girl!” Kallum exclaimed, his voice filled with pride at her compliance, which brought him immense satisfaction.

Just as he was about to close the car door, Calista's voice stopped him. “What am I to you?”

What was she to me?

Kallum chuckled, almost amused by her question. Without hesitation, he replied, “Silly, you are my everything!”

His reassuring gaze met hers as he added, “Wait for me to return.”

Calista simply shook her head, her throat too sore to articulate the whirlwind of emotions and events.

Wanda, noticing Calista's discomfort, quickly composed herself and reassured her, “It's good that you're back. We're safe here. We can talk about everything else later.”

Benedict, overwhelmed by guilt, speculated that his decision to shelter Yelena might have inadvertently led to Calista's current predicament. Would she have been safer if she remained with the Fairchild family from the start?

After some rest, which allowed her throat to recover slightly, Calista expressed her deep regret to Wanda. “I'm sorry... I've made a mess of things...”

Had she been a bit more cautious, the day's events wouldn't have unfolded as they did. She was overly confident, presuming she could emerge unscathed, while neglecting to account for unforeseen circumstances.

Wanda shook her head dismissively, grasping Calista's hand reassuringly. “Nonsense. If you hadn't dealt with those terrorists who snuck into Horington, who knows what horrors they might have committed to achieve their objectives?”

Wanda was right. If Kiefer hadn't fixated on Calista right from the beginning, he might well have orchestrated a devastating terrorist attack in Horington. Such an act could have involved taking innocent civilians hostage, or perhaps even resorting to killing some to send a stark message to Kallum. In this scenario, the Fairchilds would have inevitably found themselves on the back foot, forced into a defensive posture.

Calista blinked, her expression registering a fleeting mix of surprise and realization. It was somewhat astonishing to think that her act of rescuing Ambrose could wield such significant ramifications.

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