Her Rebirth of Retribution

Shaun felt relieved when he saw that Kallum was determined to protect Calista and not sacrifice her for his own sake or put her at risk. If they could get past this hurdle, Mr. Kallum and Ms. Stafford would probably make a very happy couple, wouldn't they? By the time Calista finally finished discussing with Bowen and the others, night had already fallen.

After Wayne was called out, he never returned. Everyone knew what had happened but no one asked about his whereabouts. Since their arrival, they could only communicate with their families once a month under strict surveillance. Even if Wayne was dismissed from the research lab, he couldn't go home early.

"I think I understand what you're getting at." Bowen's eyes sparkled with intelligence. "It's common knowledge that most painkillers have a strong potential for dependency, even addiction. But if your idea works, we might just be on the brink of a new era!"

Calista nodded in agreement. She had no aspirations for fame, and her only focus was on solving problems. With medical knowledge spanning over a decade in her mind, coupled with more than a year of intensive learning, she had become one of the most formidable medical research experts of her time. However, she was not yet aware of her own prowess.

"Our workload is going to increase from here on out. We'll have a tough time ahead!" she said.

Bowen shook his head. "I'm not the one who's had it tough. It's really you. I'm just reaping the benefits of your efforts."

He shared a few pleasantries with a smile and sent Calista off to rest. Although he had much more to say, he dared not. Everyone in Fairchild Manor knew that if he dared to keep Calista after dark, he would have to face Kallum's wrath.

After having a little to eat, Calista was already quite exhausted. It was clear that she wasn't one for indulgence. Her days were filled with either studying or conducting research, yet she found joy in this. Her mood was significantly better than when she was idle. Perhaps not being pursued and not having to flee for her life was enough to satisfy her.

After she finished her bath, it was nearly bedtime. She climbed into bed with practiced ease, only to find Kaiser was not focusing on his work. Instead, he was watching her intently.

"What's wrong?" Calista asked, noticing his continued pallor. She furrowed her brows and said, "You've been pushing yourself so hard today. You must be feeling awful. Why don't you rest? You can always work tomorrow."

Kallum's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he shook his head. "I should finish reviewing these two documents today, but you can go to sleep first."

As he spoke, he seemed to want to push his wheelchair a bit further away, so as not to disturb her. But after the stomach pumping, his body was incredibly weak. Coupled with his existing illness, every movement was as painful as a knife to the flesh. Yet, he disliked being bothered by others and had sent away everyone who tried to take care of him.

Seeing the sudden change in Kallum's complexion, Calista had a hunch about what was going on. She climbed out of bed and walked over to him, sizing him up from head to toe. "Are you really okay?"

Usually, he would be resting after receiving his injection, but he insisted on showing off his strength. No one dared to defy him.

"I'm fine."

With that, he held his breath unsteadily. A thin sheen of sweat emerged on his forehead.

Every night, his body was wracked with pain that seemed to double, and that day's ordeal had only worsened it. This was undeniably the happiest yet most agonizing birthday he had ever experienced.

The joy was when Calista said she would marry him. The agony, however, was that she woke up and couldn't remember a thing. Right then, he regretted not recoding the response she gave when they were in the cave.

"You don't look like you're okay," Calista said. Her brows furrowed as she noticed his discomfort.

Kallum shook his head. He

desperately wanted to ask her if she truly didn't remember, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he drew in a sharp breath. D*mn it! With this level of pain, sleep is off the table for me tonight!

Calista pursed her lips and bent down slightly Then, in the next moment, Kallum was lifted off the ground. He was stunned. How is it possible for Calista to lift me? Why would she want to lift me? No! That's the main point! The main point is that I, a grown man, am being carried by a petite fady! Am I really that light now?

"You! What are you doing?" Kallum's expression was one of sheer terror. He was so shocked that he couldn't even feel the pain, his face a kaleidoscope of emotions. "D*mn it! Put me down now!" he exclaimed.

Calista found him annoying, so she said with a cold expression, "If you don't quiet down, I'll carry you downstairs and take a lap. Given your current state, you probably can't beat me, anyway."

I'd rather be dead than deal with this!

Kallum's body stiffened, immobile. He was genuinely terrified that Calista might carry him downstairs. She was known for being a woman of her word, and if anyone saw him like that, he might as well be dead. He had never been so embarrassed in his entire life.

In reality, Calista simply couldn't bear to see Kallum treating himself so poorly.

She had gone through the pain that Kallum was experiencing at that moment. Hence, seeing Kallum in distress, she could deeply empathize with him.

She laid him on the bed, and immediately, Kallum distanced himself from her. He gritted his teeth in frustration, but in the end, he didn't utter a word.

If anyone else were to do that to him, he would have lost his temper long ago. However, it was Calista, so he held back. Once I recover, I'll carry her around the city for a week until she begs for mercy!

"I still have documents to review!" he voiced out, clearly displeased.

Calista walked over to retrieve the documents. "Shall I read it out for you?"

Kallum cast a skeptical glance at her. When has Callie become so considerate? I like it, but something feels oddly off.