Her Rebirth of Retribution

"Basically, just avoid him for now. In a few days, Gunner will come to help you. With him around, you don't need to worry," said Callista.

Only then did Benedict feel at ease, nodding. "Gunner is indeed impressive. Also, those Parker Guards, including Gunner, are all not ordinary people. Each one of them is a capable subordinate of Mr. Kallum's and could hold their own outside. Now that you've become Mr. Kallum's sister, you shouldn't have any feelings for him, right? I think Gunner is a good choice..."

"Dad, I'm not even twenty yet." In fact, Callista had just celebrated her nineteenth birthday five months ago. I'm still young. And to pair me with Gunner? Ugh... The expression on Kallum's face will be quite a sight. "Ah... Indeed. I forgot."

Over the past year, Callista became too decisive. Thus, subconsciously, Benedict began treating her as if she were in her twenties, gradually developing a sense of yielding to her opinions and advice.

"Oh yeah!" Benedict stuttered as if something had just occurred to him. He took a sip of his coffee before he said, "Quincy mentioned that she's thinking of coming back..."

Callista suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Listening in secret from the shadows, Yelena grew increasingly nervous. There was no helping it. After all, she was the one at a disadvantage at the moment.

Feeling a bit unnerved under his daughter's intense gaze, Benedict nevertheless mustered up his courage. Recalling Yelena's words, he said, "What kind of longstanding grudge could there be between sisters? Besides, every time Quincy calls home, she mentions wanting to apologize to you. It's just that you're rarely home. Hence, you haven't received the message."

"Oh... So Quincy didn't have my number, huh? I was actually quite keen on hearing her apology," Callista remarked with a half-smile.

"Callie," Benedict expressed a look of disapproval. "In any case, Quincy is coming back. I've already agreed to it. Once she returns, the two of you need to get along. You two are my only daughters. I really can't bear to see you tearing each other apart. You're all grown up now. It's time to act accordingly."

Upon seeing that Benedict was speaking forcefully, Callista realized he was actually waiting for her approval. In that household, her words had subtly carried more weight. "Let her come back if she wants to, but not until three months from now. I have some matters to attend to in the meantime."

Benedict was somewhat puzzled. "What does your matter have to do with Quincy's return?" However, as soon as he thought about Callista loosening up, he quickly added, "All right, I'll have her back in three months."

At that moment, Yelena was also pondering, Why three months?

If Callista had known their thoughts, she might have answered them.

It was because, regardless of Sterling's circumstances, she had lost interest in waiting any longer. In three months, with the evidence in Kallum's hands, the money she had, and Sterling's state of overwhelming debt, it was impossible for anyone to assist him. Three months was more than enough time for her to ruin him.

After exchanging a few more words, Callista was ready to leave. For her, the Stafford residence no longer felt like home. Her visits felt more like she was a guest. As she stepped out, she glanced back at the magnificent mansion in front of her and spoke to Benedict. "Yelena and Sterling are somewhat connected. If Yelena invites you to a banquet, don't go."

Since Callista couldn't quite grasp what was going on with Sterling at the moment, she decided to bring it up again.

Benedict found it hard to believe. "How could Yelena possibly be familiar with the Wolford family?" If Yelena had the ability to ingratiate herself with a high-status family like the Wolfords, she would never have married him in the first place.

Callista knew all too well how stubborn Benedict could be. Without concrete evidence, he would never believe her. Moreover, ignorance was bliss. Thus, in the end, Callista chose not to say anything at all.

Before long, the day arrived for the Wolford family to host their banquet.

On the day of the banquet, a manor

in the suburbs was eerily quiet. Had Sterling's banquet been in

Summerbank, beyond the reach

the main authority, many would

have attended it. However, the net

banquet was held at Horington, the Fairchild family's home turf. Only those wishing to offend the Fairchild family would dare to attend. It was obvious to everyone that the two families were at odds.

Before noon, Sterling never imagined he would face a situation where no one would attend his banquet. After all, even with a poor reputation, it was impossible for him not to have a single friend. However, those who Sterling considered his "friends" were either out of town or too busy. That made him fully realize that he had become a target of public

criticism.

For Sterling, who was already on the brink of madness, that was a brutal slap in the face. The words that followed from Keith delivered a fatal blow.

After meticulously grooming himself, Sterling sat alone in the middle of a spacious hall that could accommodate a hundred people, asking Keith with an odd expression. "The old geezer secretly got in touch with Yelena?"

Keith was trembling. He hadn't anticipated that no guests would come. Sterling's mood had been quite erratic lately, so he was afraid that Sterling might vent his anger on him.

Keith replied with a shaky voice, "Yes, contact was made, but no one knows exactly what they said "

"So, once I'm deemed no longer

useful, I'm just casually discarded? And then he remembered that unwanted daughter he initially disregarded?" Sterling smirked, his voice even more chilling. "He didn't even consider who got me into this mess with Callista. If it weren't for his old flame and her stupid daughter, would I have crossed Callista? Would I have ended up

where I am today? Now that I'm no longer of use, this is how he treats me. How wonderful. Truly wonderful."