Her Rebirth of Retribution

Calista was not at all intimidated by Mirabelle's distorted expression and her suppressed resentment. Far from retreating, she advanced with a composed stride.

"Are you angry? When you first instructed me to prepare the medicine, to drug Kallum, and subtly hinted at Kallum to investigate me, I was furious too when I found out about all of this."

Calista's eyes were clear, carrying a faint hint of amusement. Any signs of anger or resentment were now gone. After all, Mirabelle was not a formidable opponent. Who would fear someone destined to be trampled underfoot? Mirabelle took a half step back, a surge of anger welled up within her, too intense to suppress. Yet, she refused to admit that she had actually been intimidated by Calista.

Calista spoke casually. "When we were kids, you were the only one who didn't mind my loner tendencies. You comforted me, played with me, and that's why every time Mrs. Fairchild invited me, I always brought you along..." That was a tale from a long time ago, so distant that when Mirabelle heard it, she felt as if she was on trial.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"You said you wanted to get close to Mrs. Fairchild and to have an older brother. When we were young, I naively introduced you to them, spoke highly of you... I was foolish, only realizing too late. Before you came along, Kallum was merely indifferent to me. But after you entered the picture, his attitude toward me worsened. I can't help but wonder what you did..."

By the pond, the reflections of two figures, one black and one white, mirrored their emotions. The autumn wind was chilling, making Mirabelle feel as if it was piercing her bones...

"You once broke Mrs. Fairchild's jewelry box, and I took the blame for you. At school, when you struggled with your grades, I helped you cheat whenever I could. You said you were afraid that Quincy would resent you because of me, so I kept my distance from you. But in reality, you just felt embarrassed by my presence, didn't you? After all these years, I thought I had been good to you, Mirabelle. Why would you harm me like this? And not just once, but repeatedly, each time worse than the last?"

Calista's relentless questioning finally pushed Mirabelle to the brink of collapse.

"What do you think you are? It's your honor to pave the way for me!" Mirabelle's voice suddenly rose, laden with profound resentment. Noticing they were alone, she suddenly reached forward, clutching onto Calista's arm tightly. Her eyes held an intense, frightful look.

"What are you? A nobody! So why on earth are you engaged to Kal? I've always been the cream of the crop, known all over Horington as the most suitable woman to marry! But do those ordinary men even deserve to dream of me? Yet the man I desire, why is he tied to you?" Mirabelle's expression was filled with disdain and resentment.

"As a lady of a prestigious family, I had to lower myself to befriend you just to gain entrance to Fairchild Manor, just to meet Kal. And you! You, a good-for-nothing waste, how dare you step on me? By what right?"

"So, I deserved to be used by you? And even after you've used me, it's still not enough? You even despise me and cast me aside? Mirabelle, on what basis? Family background? Do you think you can compete with the Whiteman family or the Quinn family? Looks? Do you think you're more attractive than me?Talent? Character?"

Calista shook her head, scoffing, "On what grounds do you look down on me? With your plagiaristic character and almost zero talent? No, there's one thing! Your shamelessness has far surpassed mine!" "B*tch!" Mirabelle shrieked, attempting to slap Calista across the face. However, Calista was quick to catch her hand.

Under the cold and deep gaze of Calista, Mirabelle seemed as ridiculous as a clown.

"Embarrassed and angry? Flustered? It's rare to see such expressions on your face. Do you know how you make me feel? You're shameless, that's what. I still can't believe that you'd stoop so low as to steal Credit from a nine-year-old girl, brazenly claiming her life-saving deed as your own. I can't even stand to look at you without feeling disgusted!"

Calista rebuked.

After Calista spoke, she gave a slight push and Mirabelle found herself sitting on the ground. It wasn't that Calista exerted much force, rather, Mirabelle's legs had gone weak under the calm yet intimidating aura of Calista. She just didn't realize it herself. This is really ridiculous.

Calista took a moment to appreciate

the disarray that Mirabelle was in, before turning to leave. What she didn't anticipate, however, was just how provoked Mirabelle had become. Mirabelle first fixed her gaze on Calista's retreating figure,

then suddenly picked up a stone and hurled it toward Calista's head!

Sensing danger, Calista turned her head, instinctively wanting to dodge. Yet, at this very moment, her long skirt got caught on a large rock of the artificial hill beside her. For a moment, she was unable to avoid it. ""Watch out!"

Kallum hadn't expected to walk into such a scene. Yet, instinctively, he moved with a speed barely perceptible to the naked eye, darted forward, and swept Calista into his arms, spinning around fiercely!

A sharp sound pierced the air, and in a split second, Mirabelle had lost control. Her face filled with terror as she lashed out at Kallum. But the sight was even more horrifying for Calista, who was under protection. She was determined not to let Kallum shed a single drop of blood.

So, she suddenly mustered all her strength, and turned around while clutching onto Kallum. The next second, a stone thrown by Mirabelle hit her bare shoulder. Calista let out a muffled groan, blood already trickling down.

At that moment, Kallum's pupils contracted sharply upon seeing blood, and a chilling aura of terror and rage suddenly erupted from him. The very air began to simmer with tension.

Kallum instinctively pushed Mirabelle away and held Calista tightly in his arms. After Mirabelle fell into the water, she realized how deep the pool was. At that moment, she had no time to think about anything else and quickly cried out, "Help! Help! I can't swim!"