Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 283 Kallum Cried Kallum closed his eyes, uttering in a hoarse voice, "If I had known you would be so foolish, I would've definitely told you that all I wanted was for you to live well! I'm sorry." His voice gradually becindistinct to Calista as if muffled by the warm tear that trickled down her cheek. It left her mind blank, and she was almost in disbelief! Kallum... cried? Because of me? Calista furrowed her brows abruptly, unexpectedly feeling a hint of fear and unease.

From her perspective, Kallum should have treated her action with an attitude of equivalent exchange rather than experiencing pain, regret, and overwhelming emotion.

Also, Calista didn't expect to be uncomfortable with his tears. At such a moment, she couldn't muster even a shred of empathy for Kallum's feelings.

She felt numb as if she were an outsider. Had I truly done something so touching, something so remarkable? Based on Kallum's behavior, that seems to be the case, but I don't feel it.

That thought was profoundly terrifying to her upon reflection. In sudden agony, Calista closed her eyes. "I... I'm not feeling well. I need to rest for " Before she could finish her sentence, Kallum anxiously let go of her! "Where are you feeling unwell? Wait a moment, I'll call for Old Mr. Yancey!" Calista quickly grabbed him. "It's okay. Can... Can you leavealone for a bit?" She had a look of longing in her eyes, which tugged at Kallum's heart. His flustered actions and panicked gaze revealed that if Calista asked him to die for her at that moment, he wouldn't hesitate at all. "I... I'll just be at the door." His demeanor was complex as he treated her with the delicacy one would show a porcelain doll. He instructed her with utmost seriousness, "Promiseyou'll callif anything happens, okay?" Kallum thought that Calista wanted to be alone because she didn't want him to see her vulnerable side. She was so strong-willed that all he could do was agree.

Once Kallum reluctantly departed, Calista slowly retracted her yearning gaze. She had previously sensed semotional deficiency within herself, but she hadn't expected that deficiency would diverge so greatly from what was considered normal. She hastily pulled out her phone and then opened a video that was filled with fake horror elements.

It was a live dissection of a human by cannibals.

Though the scene was a fabrication, its realistic imagery was so convincing that it would induce fear, nausea, and general discomfort in many who watched it. However, Calista didn't feel anything.

The vibrant red color of blood was akin to ketchup, evoking in her a sense of tangy sweetness. The only thing absent was fear or discomfort! Calista then realized that since her reincarnation, she had not once chosen to watch television, nor had she seen a single movie. She hadn't even browsed any shopping sites, forums, or social media platforms. It was as if she lacked any desire for things that could stir her senses! Calista buried her face in her hands, staring at the bedsheet in puzzlement as she asked, "What's going on with me?" Perhaps I should have been afraid at that moment, but I also feel such worry is unwarranted. What did it matter if something was missing? I don't feel any discomfort or unease. Could it be that the absence of thould it emotions is actually a blessing in disguise? Well, dwelling on it now served no purpose. What I need to do in the present is to conquer the K Virus! If I let it drag on, my suffering will only increase, and that is no laughing matter.

A week swiftly passed, and the virus storm that had swept through Horington gradually subsided as all those infected were successfully quarantined.

Harvey had been sentenced to death, and Wayne received the punishment he deserved. Those who had inadvertently fallen ill took the medicine that Calista had provided, managing to extend their lives by a month or two. However, all those were merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause! In order for those people to survive,

she had to conquer the virus in an extremely short amount of time.

Hence, Calista requested the om Fairchild family to step in; securing their special privilege of treating patients in the quarantine zone. She also recalled the experts from Corleon, and began her research on the K Virus openly and aboveboard. Many people outside were keeping a close eye on the actions of the Fairchild family. Under that external and internal pressure, the Fairchild family was plunged into unprecedented busyness! As Calista was seized by a violent coughing fit, she reached out to halt Kallum from coming any closer. The others watched her with a hint of worry, but their eyes also held a subtle admiration.

"Are you okay?" Bowen was the first to step forward and ask.

At that point, everyone present except Kallum and Calista had donned protective suits, which made their voices sound somewhat muffled.

"I'm fine." Due to the violent bout of coughing, Calista's pale face was tinged with a hint of color. Once she felt slightly better, she began to describe her experience, word by word. "My reaction to this medicine is quite strong. The pain intensifies, and it's accompanied by nausea! A feeling of dizziness..." As Calista spoke, someone was taking notes beside her. It was clear what they were doing. They were using Calista to test the properties of the drugs as a human test subject! Calista never anticipated that she

would eventually still reach that point.

However, compared to her previous life's reluctance and fear of the e m unknown, she was much more composed in her new life. That was because she had everything under her control. She didn't have to worry about being exploited to death, and she could even trade the hardships she was enduring at that moment for glory in the future.