Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 255 You Have To Take Me In

Calista chuckled lightly. "My policy has always been to live and let live, so you can rest assured. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

"All right... Ms. Stafford, you truly are magnanimous! Take care!"

Kyven breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. As long as Calista didn't hold a grudge, the Fairchild family certainly wouldn't target them.

Following that, Kyven took Harvey away, as Harvey still owed him a substantial amount of money.

The police led Owen away, with reporters hastily trailing behind. Traffic officers began clearing the lanes, and finally, the tumultuous bridgehead regained its calm after the storm. Only Quincy and Yelena remained. Quincy's neck had stopped bleeding, but her expression was as if she had lost her soul.

Yelena wanted to inspect her daughter's wounds, but she was abruptly shoved away by Quincy, who thought Yelena was dirty...

"Leave me alone! Don't touch me!"

Quincy truly hadn't expected the truth of how she was conceived. After Yelena had gone through such an ordeal, she didn't terminate the pregnancy. Instead, she carried on with her life as if nothing had happened. It was simply unbelievable!

Yelena's eyes revealed a hurt look. Meanwhile, Quincy, seemingly out of sorts, had already staggered her way toward Calista.

"Calista! You devil! Why did you have to do this to me? Are you trying to drive me to my death? Is that what you want, to push me to my end?"

Before she could approach, she was stopped by Derek. Calista, holding her umbrella, turned around only to see a somewhat crazed expression on Quincy's face.

"Did I drive you to death? I merely stated the facts. Some people, if they have the courage to act, should also have the courage to accept the consequences."

"You're being utterly inhumane! What she did was her doing, so why drag me into this? You're deliberately ruining me, pushing me toward a dead end! W-We're sisters! How could you treat me like this?"

Struggling and screaming, Quincy's face was a mess of tears, rain, and blood.

"When did I ever force you to your death?" Calista refused to admit it. If it weren't for her, Quincy would have already been dead, having taken her own life by jumping into the sea.

"You still won't admit it? We're all women! My mother has already suffered enough after what she went through! And you, you had to air it out in public, didn't you? Weren't you just trying to push her over the edge, and then do the same to me? We grew up together! How could you treat me like this?"

Calista let out a soft scoff, "It seems I wasn't clear enough, leading to your misunderstanding."

She toyed with the handle of her umbrella, looking at Quincy as she enunciated her next words clearly. "The one who sent Yelena to the nightclub was your granddad because he wanted to curry favor with the powerful. Yelena went willingly, and any consequences were within her expectations. If she regretted or resented it afterward, she could have gotten rid of you, but she didn't because she knew that every single person she encountered that night was someone influential. No matter whose child she was carrying, it would be better off than marrying into an ordinary family, so this was her well-considered choice. Given that, why shouldn't I speak out?"

"You... You..." Quincy's voice faltered.

Calista scoffed, then continued,

"Harvey didn't want to acknowledge you, making my father raise a daughter for eighteen years in vain Yelena helped him plot against my father, and now she has the audacity to say it was all a misunderstanding, that she got the wrong person? Ha! I simply had to expose the truth. It's just unfortunate that you got dragged into this. But if they hadn't stirred up trouble, none of this would have happened today."

Quincy didn't want to confront reality. She preferred to shift all the blame onto others, thinking that it would make her seem less guilty. Sobbing, she uttered resentfully, "You didn't have to say it... Why did you have to expose her lies? Don't you realize how much this affects me? I've been your little sister for eighteen years; how could you treat me like this!"

Calista's eyes flashed as she subtly arched her eyebrow under the cover of her black umbrella.

"How else was I supposed to treat you? So what if you were innocent in this matter? Wasn't I also innocent when you harmed me? How is it fair that only you get to play the villain, and I can't fight back? What kind of logic is that?"

"Since you're aware that I'm

innocent..." Quincy latched onto her words, hastily wiping away her tears, her eyes red-rimmed as she looked at Calista. "Don't you have an ounce of sympathy? Now, there's no place for

e in the Stafford family or the

Wolford family. You've put an innocent person like me in such a

situation - don't you think you should

take responsibility?"

"Take responsibility?" Calista scoffed as if she had heard a joke. "And how would you like me to take responsibility?"

Without any hesitation, Quincy said, "You have to take me in! Otherwise, I'll surely die of humiliation, and it's all your fault! You're responsible for this!"

"So, are you saying you want to join the Fairchild family?"

Calista found it amusing; Quincy was indeed always so pragmatic.

"It's only fair for you to do this!" Quincy's voice was shrill, her hands and feet animated as she spoke passionately. "Otherwise, if I were to die, it would be your doing! Calista, you can't even tolerate your own sister. Do you really think the Fairchild family would want a heartless woman like you?"

Calista seemed a bit confused as she asked, "Why does it have to be the Fairchild family?"

Then, she teased Quincy playfully, "I could take you back to the Stafford family... Why does it have to be the Fairchild family?"

Before Quincy could even furrow her brow to come up with an excuse, Calista had already lost the patience to continue the game.