Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 429

“Is there a way to wake her up?” Kallum asked. He couldn't fathom how much pain she must have experienced that she went into shock and nearly died. All he knew was that he couldn't bear to see her unconscious any longer. It gave him a constant fear that she might die at any moment, the dread as infinite as the depths of an abyss.

Shaun shook his head. “We've done all we could. Now, it's all up to her.”

The thing Kallum could least accept was such a vague and non-committal answer. Is there really no other way, and I can only wait? No!

However, he wasn't planning on giving up so easily. After Shaun had left, he began racking his brain to wake her up through their shared memories.

Initially, he assumed there weren't many shared moments between them. But upon deeper reflection, he realized that their relationship actually brimmed with memories.

Holding Calista's hand, he called out her name.

“Callie...”

He paused before continuing, “You've been sleeping for quite a while now. Hurry up and wake up. Are you hungry? I prepared a lot of your favorite foods... If you don't feel like eating, how about I ask the chef to cook you pumpkin kefir oatmeal? Remember? It's the medicated meal you taught the chef when you were young. You came to visit me when you were ten because I was sick. Remember?”

When Calista saw Kallum's pale face, her heart broke.

Because Kallum misunderstood that it was Mirabelle who saved him from drowning last year, while Calista merely stood by and left him in the lurch, he became distant toward her.

For some reason, she remained as clingy as ever despite his attitude. Upon learning about his illness, she rushed over first thing in the morning.

“Mrs. Fairchild, Kal seems to be having a tough time.”

“Yes. He just got over his fever, and his appetite is terrible. He throws up everything he eats. I wonder if he'll feel better when he wakes up later,” Wanda said.

After a moment of thought, Calista stroked her chin and asked, “Mrs. Fairchild, does Mr. Chef know how to make pumpkin kefir oatmeal? When I was sick in the past, Grandma used to make it for me.”

Upon hearing that, Wanda replied, “I don't think so. It must be a medicated meal, right? I'll call and ask your grandma for the recipe right away. You're amazing, Callie. Once Kallum wakes up, I'll have him thank you!”

Calista quickly said, “There's no need to involve Grandma. She hasn't been well lately. I know how to make it. Just have Mr. Chef assist me. I'll teach him!”

Wanda believed that, as Calista had been intelligent since young, possessing an eidetic memory. With her there, the chef would undoubtedly be able to create the dish.

Having received Wanda's approval, Calista quickly made her way to the kitchen.

She remembered every detail of the preparation of ingredients and the cooking process, not missing a single step. The chef followed her instructions with a smile and even jestingly said, “If you know any other recipes for medicated meals, Ms. Calista, please teach me a few more!”

Calista immediately felt aggrieved. She came over early in the morning and bustled around for four to five hours, making oatmeal for the first time, yet he didn't like it.

She attempted to explain, saying, “I know you're not a fan of pecans, but they're essential in this dish. Moreover, I prepared them in a way you won't taste them. Give it a try. I promise you won't detect any hint of pecans—”

“I said to take it away!” His violet eyes were reminiscent of two blazing gemstones, and his tone was stern. “Also, quit looking like I'm bullying you. I've told you I absolutely detest pecans!”

Kallum harrumphed, then added, “Only a fool would be swayed by such petty favors!”

From a distance, Calista heard everything, her heart filled with sorrow. Why did Kal suddenly start hating me so much?

Kallum's grip on Calista's hand tightened, his eyes brimming with anguish and regret.

“I'm truly sorry for the harsh words I said to you back then... In truth, I'd always been unkind to you. Yet, you'd shown me great tolerance. I've hurt you many times, intentionally or otherwise. Now, every time I think about it, I wish nothing more than to punch myself...”

Back then, I misunderstood her and was always terrible toward her. Yet, she refused to give up, insisting on staying by my side. Perhaps that's love...

A bittersweet sensation filled him, his fingers gently tracing her palm. “Truth be told, I ate that bowl of oatmeal. Although it was my mom who forced me to eat it, in reality, it was really fragrant. The moment I smelled it, I wanted to devour it. I was just being stubborn. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to force me.”