Her Rebirth of Retribution

"What exactly are you trying to do?" In the darkness, Calista lowered her voice to question Kallum.

Kallum didn't respond directly; instead, he started talking about something else.

"You know, the reason you didn't see Yelena at the Wolford residence before was because Quincy didn't want to acknowledge her. As glorious as she was in the past, that's how awkward she is now in the Langley residence. She can't stay in the main building and has to live with the housekeepers in the annex. But a few days ago, Quincy tried every means to contact her, hoping that she could bail her out of jail. What do you think Yelena will do?"

Suddenly, Calista showed a hint of interest. "In the Langley family, Matthew wouldn't care about her well-being if she had no value to him. The only one who would help her is..."

At the end of the hallway, a faint light seeped out from a door. According to the information, that was where Yelena resided.

Before they even went closer, the intermingled sounds of heavy breathing could be heard emanating from the house. It was unclear whether Yelena was too bold or her secret lover was too impatient. They had actually forgotten to close the door thoroughly. Calista was pulled aside by Kallum. Both of them, despite their high status, were acting as surreptitiously as petty thieves at that moment.

Calista glanced once, then quickly averted her eyes. She didn't need to look to know what was happening, as the sound alone gave it away. There wasn't a ripple of emotion within her, but Kallum wouldn't let her leave.

"Look," he whispered into her ear.

"I don't want to."

Calista struggled for a moment. Was there anything she hadn't seen before? She had known about Yelena's scandal in her previous life, so she had absolutely no interest in it this time around.

Kallum softly chuckled by her ear.

"Callie, tonight we don't have to act like adults. You don't need to be so rational."

His words left Calista slightly taken aback. It was undeniable that his statement held a magical allure, evoking within her a profound sense of longing.

"Tonight, you're only thirteen years old. Just imagine, as a thirteen-year-old, what would you want to do the most after witnessing your stepmother in an affair?" he said patiently. "Forget about morals, family discord, or anything else. What do you truly desire? Even if it's the darkest, most wicked thought, we should bring it to life!"

Calista was truly a bit moved. What would I have done if I was thirteen again? If my stepmother was having an affair, would I tell Dad?

I don't think so because Dad was already having a hard time. I wouldn't want to cause him any more trouble, and speaking up would invite retaliation from her.

But of course, my first thought would be to tell Dad. I would want the world and those who claimed her to be a good person to see how blind they were.

But would it be okay? If I were to expose the truth, and if my stepmother didn't divorce Dad after this incident, how would she treat me? For a moment, Calista was lost in her own thoughts.

At that moment, Kallum whispered

into her ear, "Don't be scared. You

still have me. I am your fiancé. No

matter what you want to do, I will et

support you. Even if the Stafford family disowns you, I will still be here. I will provide you with a better

life. Now, tell me, what do you want

to do?"

In a fleeting moment, a pang of sorrow welled up in Calista's heart. If I had an escape route back then and there was someone to tell me that I could do whatever I wanted, then I...

"I want her to be disgraced and never to be in this family again."

Kallum was somewhat elated. He held back his urge to kiss her.

"All right, your wish is my command, my little princess."

The title he used took Calista by surprise, but before she could react, Kallum was already pulling her downstairs. They ran swiftly, their movements graceful and light. They held their breaths subconsciously as if they were thieves in the night.

The sensation of causing trouble and playing pranks was so novel to Calista. She had always suppressed herself since childhood, never once resisting, only enduring. But now, was she finally free from having to bear it all?

The two of them rushed to the second floor. Their boldness derived from the fact that before they entered, Kallum had known that the man who had an illicit affair with Yelena, in order not to expose himself, had turned off the surveillance of the annex. "You take care of that side, and I'll take care of this side. Once we're done, don't linger. We'll head to the rooftop. I've had someone install surveillance in Yelena's room. You can watch whatever you want."

Standing in the middle of theText © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

hallway, Kallum was seriously discussing task distribution with Calista. Even though the activity seemed childish and held no

tangible benefits, Calista's intel

was evidently piqued. The sparkle in her eyes revealed her deep-seated desire to participate.

After the two had divided their tasks, they each went their separate ways. With Kallum present, Calista knew that even if she were discovered, it wouldn't matter. Even if people found out she was sneaking into private residences late at night, causing mischief, it wouldn't be a problem. After all, she wouldn't be the only one bearing the disgrace; he would be there to share the burden with her.

The sensation of having an escape route was so novel that Calista couldn't help but let a smile creep onto her lips. She rapped on the first door. In the darkness of the night, she quickly whispered, "Hurry upstairs. Yelena is having an affair!"

After saying that, she quickly ran to the second door and knocked, repeating, "Hurry upstairs. Yelena is having an affair!"