Her Rebirth of Retribution

Upon hearing those words, Quincy completely fell apart. She lay weakly against Benedict, her eyes drooping with a profound sense of resentment. "Calista! How could you be so ruthless? I'm your sister! What's wrong with me taking your work? Why must you do this to me?"

Deep within Quincy's heart, she swore that if given the chance, she would make Calista suffer humiliation ten thousand times worse than what she had experienced that day.

Barry's decision, too, dealt a devastating blow to Yelena. Is he going to expel Quincy? No! Calista should be the one getting expelled!

Bayview University boasted one of the country's top medical faculties. It had taken her quite some effort to secure Quincy's guaranteed admission into the university. Which medical school would still be willing to accept Quincy if she's expelled from here? And how would she secure a job at the family business after graduation?

The more she dwelled on it, the angrier Yelena became. All of a sudden, she let out a bizarre cry and charged in Calista's direction!

It was evident to everyone that Yelena was about to act, yet Calista remained composed. In an instant, Emmett, drenched in sweat, positioned himself protectively in front of her. Barry, too, hurried over to mediate the situation.

Calista instantly noticed that Yelena's nails were filed to sharp points, clearly not for aesthetics. It was apparent that Yelena was fully intent on disfiguring her face.

"Calista narrowed her eyes, watching as Yelena approached with a threatening gesture. However, two burly men held her back, preventing any further advance. Despite the monstrous fury in her gaze, there was nothing she could do.

Calista's laughter in response immediately fueled Yelena's anger. "Calista! You heartless wretch! Go to hell!"

The spectators, initially engrossed in the drama, couldn't help but gasp at this point. The curse was not something they would expect to hear in a family argument. What kind of parents could utter such words to their children? Benedict stepped in and pulled Yelena away, swiftly giving her a slap across her face. "Calm down!"

His face was flushed with anger. He had slapped Yelena so hard that she was knocked to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Quincy hurried over and threw herself into Yelena's arms, crying with regret. "Dad! This is all my fault. Don't take it out on Mom!"

Quincy was acutely aware that within the Stafford family, Yelena was the only one who truly cared for her. She understood that, when the moment was right, she needed to demonstrate to Yelena that she deserved her love more.

As expected, Yelena couldn't bear to

see her daughter in such a

miserable state. She covered her

face, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at Benedict, her voice filled with resentment. "Fine. It seems you only consider Calista as your precious daughter, right? Go ahead, hit us! Kill us if you want! I know you never liked me. You only married me out of responsibility. Quincy was never meant to be in this world! Why don't you just kill us and be done with it!"

Benedict, often oblivious, had always felt guilty for impregnating Yelena. Her bringing this up not only made him feel awkward but also gave him a splitting headache.

Meanwhile, Yelena and Quincy were already huddled together, crying desperately.

Suddenly, Calista strode confidently toward Yelena while clapping her hands, exuding an air of victory. Despite her arrogance, Calista's demeanor commanded respect, leaving no room for dislike. Her smile and gaze sent a shiver down the spine of onlookers. "You know what?"

Calista crossed his arms and directed his attention to Yelena. "What I did today was for Quincy's benefit. Look at her; she inherited your acting skills. It's a waste for her to pursue an education in medicine. She should enroll in a drama school where her talent can shine." Quincy's face instantly turned as pale as snow. Some onlookers couldn't help but wonder if Quincy would end up vomiting blood out of anger because of Calista.

After all, Quincy was not as bold as Mirabelle. Even if she wasn't pushed to the point of vomiting blood, she wasn't far from it. She couldn't even cry when Calista uttered those words. Instead, she sat still, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

Calista glanced at the flustered

Benedict, who was standing to the side, before turning to Barry and, in a softened tone, saying, "It seems they're quite emotional. Perhaps it would be best to take them to the office for some tea to calm down. I must be going; I have a class to attend to. Thank you for your help, Professor Lockwood."

Barry nodded in response. "No trouble at all. It's all part of my job."

Calista finally locked eyes with Benedict. Despite seeing the mixed emotions in his eyes, she left without uttering a word.

At that point, Benedict wished there was someone who could offer him advice to navigate such a challenging situation. Everything that had unfolded today was overwhelmingly stressful for someone as image-conscious as him.

While Calista's achievement had filled him with pride, her actions had also caused him considerable embarrassment. Although Calista sympathized with the hardships Benedict had faced in his past life and was determined to help him avoid such misfortunes now, she had lost the will to continue being a dutiful daughter to him.

Moreover, she did have a class to attend.

Emmett finally handed over the item

that Quincy had given him to Colin, marking the end of Calista's examination. This time, a total of thirty people were accepted into the program. Most of those who came to take the exam were graduate and postgraduate students, so Calista, being in her teenage years, stood out among the class. Nevertheless, the other students, who were in their twenties and were considered prodigies by others, all had favorable impressions of Calista. Her assertiveness in standing up for herself and dealing with two deceitful women had propelled her into the limelight at the school's forum.