Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 9 The Start Of Doing As I Please After her grandparents passed away, she did not slack off - she would often hide here to read, train, practice acupuncture, record the experiments she did at school, then write down the conclusion of those experiments.

The papers that were scattered on the desk were the results of all these years of research! With a wave of her arm, Calista sent all these papers flying in the air, each piece of paper catching the light in her eye and then falling into the shadows. These valuable papers that most people would fight to get their hands on were now like trash in her hands. When Calista walked back to the car, she held a box in her hands, but it was locked. She passed the box to Benedict and said calmly, "Dad, these are things left behind by Grandpa and Grandma, I'm passing them to you for safekeeping." Quincy could not keep her eyes off the box made from mahogany, and was hardly able to suppress the greed in her eyes.

Her gaze made Calista feel very uncomfortable, and she suddenly shut the car door again and did not get into the car.

"Dad, I suddenly remembered I have to sort sdocuments. Tell you what, you guys can go hfirst and I'll stay here tonight." Benedict frowned, "No. You're wounded - how can you stay here?" So he finally remembers I'm injured? Calista looked at him strangely - she was wearing the clothes that Mrs. Fairchild had passed to her, and none of the wounds were visible. "It's okay, it's just a few scratches. There's plenty of medicine here anyway, I'll dress my wounds myself." Benedict wanted to try persuading further, but after thinking about her unusual behavior earlier, he thought that perhaps she really just wanted stto quieten down, but it was best that she doesn't chere anymore.

"How about this - packing up everything in the house and coming back tomorrow! After that don't crunning here anymore - it's best that family members live together." Calista stiffened her hands but still smiled weakly.

"Ok, this will be the last tI'll stay here. Take care of the box for me, in case there are....thieves." Yelena sneered at this, but by smiracle she did not make any comment.

Quincy saw that Calista wasn't leaving with them and started getting anxious. From what she saw the last time, the documents on Calista's desk were of great value, and she was getting her hands on them! Could it be that Calista was going to hide them? She thought of saying that she too, wanted to stay, but couldn't bear to part with that box of treasures.

After giving it a further thought, perhaps it was better that Calista wasn't htonight. Then she could open the box and take a couple of items, and her father wouldn't say anything.

So between the papers and her grandmother's valuable dowry, Quincy made the hard decision of choosing the latter. She had no idea that for as long as Calista was around, she was destined to get none of the things she wanted.

Finally, Benedict reminded Calista a few times to remember to turn on the security alarm before sleeping, and then left for home.

After she saw that they had gone quite a distance, she quickly made her way back to the house.

She stood and stared for a long tat the door.

Then she opened the door, picked up a box, then suddenly kicked the stove over and lit a fire! The outside of the house was wet from the rain, but it was very dry inside. There were also all the papers that Calista had scattered earlier, so the house caught fire very quickly.

If Benedict were here, he would definitely think Calista had gone mad! The family knew how much this house meant to Calista.

These papers were the painstaking results of countless sleepless nights! These calligraphy exercises were completed under the guidance of her grandmother when she was younger! Those dolls that she practiced acupuncture on were her only friends when she was a child! And now Calista was burning everything up at once.

Calista calmly walked out, and when she turned back to look, she could already see the fire through the windows.

She would not forget how Quincy had taken all her things and claimed them as her own in her previous life. She would never, never forget, how she eventually beca tool for Quincy to becsuccessful.

When she found out what had happened, she tried to fight back with all her might, but Quincy had already reached the peak of her career, so it was useless to fight back. After she had lost all hope and decided to run away, she was subject to more than one murder attempt.

Quincy was afraid that Calista would expose her evil deeds and even becbetter than her, so she laid traps for her everywhere. Eventually she was not content with just ruining her reputation, she even infected Calista with that incurable K virus...

Perhaps it was not yet tfor her to die - after being infected with the K virus, she didn't die within the predicted tfrof a month. Quincy was still determined to kill her, so when she realized Calista hadn't died yet, she reported this matter and turned Calista into a living experiment with no human rights and subject to constant torture.

Her legs were deliberately broken by others when she was on the run, so she was completely unable to fight back, paralyzed for those three years in the basement research lab! Three years...

Calista laughed.

The flames engulfed the whole house, and she saw nothing but flames.

Burn! Continue burning! She wanted to see how anybody could steal information from her brain! Suddenly there was an explosion from inside the house, followed by more explosions, and the whole house collapsed.

The flames were now exposed, and the bright flames lit her face that seemed neither happy nor sad. Burning this place was equivalent to destroying the timid side of her, and now she was on the road of no return! From now on she was finally able to do whatever her heart desired. If someone dared to touch her things, she would cut off their hands and feet. If someone dared to make life difficult for her, she would make their lives a living hell! Calista was going to make a comeback! The fire continued for several hours, and Calista calmly observed from the side, making sure the fire did not spread to the mountainside.

All was calm and peaceful - this house should have disappeared along with its owners.

After everything was over, Calista buried the box in her hands.

The box that Benedict brought back the night before had valuable items in it too, but it wasn't her grandmother's dowry, it was the out-of-print books that belonged to her grandfather. Quincy wouldn't be able to understand anything in those books, so Calista wasn't worried about her taking them. After she had buried the box, she looked back one last tat the rubble.

In her previous life, she was alive but not truly living; when she died she disappeared into nothingness. This was a second chance at living - she would definitely cherish this chance. Calista made her way down the hill and arrived back at the Fairchild Manor.

At noon tthe butler saw her and got a shock.

"Ms. Stafford! You...did you not return hlast night?" Calista was still wearing the clothes that she got from the Fairchild Manor the night before, her wounds were still not dressed, and she was covered in soot.

But there was a gleam in her eyes, and a bounce in her footsteps - the butler saw an indescribable elegance emanating from her.

She had not slept the entire night, but Calista did not feel tired at all. She smiled meaningfully at the butler, and he understood what she meant.

"Paul, could you bringsomewhere to wash up? I would like to see Mrs. Fairchild, but if I go looking like this, she will be very worried." The butler was worried, but since Calista did not want Wanda to know, it was better for him not to say anything. So he brought Calista to wash up.

Wanda heard that Calista had cto visit her and was pleasantly surprised. Then she suddenly thought of something and asked the .e butler, "Kallum is still at home, right?" The butler nodded, "Mr. Kallum is at home, but he's probably going to leave after lunch." Wanda nodded and left to look for Calista. She was very satisfied with this daughter-in-law to be! When she saw Wanda approaching her, gentleness flashed in Calista's eyes. If there was one person she felt she owed in her previous life, it would be Wanda.