Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 264 What Am I To You

Everyone believed that if Harvey, who had been anxiously waiting in the hospital, probably wouldn't faint with joy if he heard that Hendrick's efforts had only yielded such a result. Instead, he might just drop dead from sheer frustration. Hendrick gritted his teeth as he realized his assumptions had possibly been off.

There's no way a sharp-tongued woman like Calista ever be controlled by anyone! It's possible that I have fallen into Kallum's trap. Perhaps both Harvey and I have been deceived by the illusions Kallum had intentionally created!

In the end, Hendrick left without uttering a single word, taking the police with him under a cloud of gloom. The banquet then resumed its previous merriment. At this point, Calista, who was nestled in Kallum's arms, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"With this baby in my tummy, we can consider today's matter resolved. However, this isn't a sustainable solution. What about Mrs. Yost who leaked the information? Who is holding her accountable?" she said seriously.

"Gunner." Kallum seemed notably distracted, his gaze inexplicably unfocused. After exchanging greetings with Silas, he took Calista and left in advance.

Tonight had been a close call, but ultimately uneventful. Both Silas and Wanda breathed a sigh of relief, quickly urging everyone to get some rest.

Ignoring everyone else, Kallum led Calista toward the room. It was as if he was in a trance.

In the corridor, Calista continued,

"The head of the Yost family certainly wouldn't have known about this. That person wouldn't do something so foolish. Regina must be harboring resentment toward me and acted on her own initiative. Shouldn't we deal with Harvey's situation? I'm worried that after today's provocation, he might act desperately. Sometimes, people can be terrifying when they lose their minds. After all, even though Harvey has fallen, he still has connections that we're not aware of."

"Callie."

Kallum suddenly halted, not turning back, but his grip on Calista's hand subtly tightened.

"Hmm?"

In the depth of the night, the open-air corridor was filled with the scent of flowers from outside. The stars were like tiny specks of light, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Setting aside the presence of those who were bothersome, it was a truly beautiful night. In Kallum's eyes, however, the person he was holding was even more beautiful.

At that moment, his heart was pounding. He didn't even dare to look back, for he was afraid that the sight of Calista's excessively beautiful face might cause him to lose control and do something beyond reason.

His palm was slightly damp, but his grip on Calista's hand only grew tighter.

"Do you even realize what you're doing right now? You've tied yourself to me completely. If, and I mean if, I end up dead, my father won't treat you the same way I do. Then, you will be in for a rough ride having the Murray family as your enemy. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

He finally turned around, his deep purple eyes mirroring the profound darkness of the night outside, shimmering with a radiance that Calista couldn't comprehend.

Calista found that Kallum would often act out of the ordinary ever since he fell ill.

"So?"

She was well aware of everything that Kallum had said. However, she simply didn't think that his life would be in danger if she was around.

Did she really just say that?

Kallum's throat bobbed as he asked in a hoarse voice, "So, where do I stand in your heart? Every time I think you've treated me well enough, you always treat me even better. What am I to you, really?"

This wasn't the first time he had asked this question, causing Calista to reveal a look of bewilderment.

What does Kallum symbolize? If I really had to put it into words, I'd say he probably symbolizes safety.

In her past life, the majority of people she encountered caused her substantial harm. Whether it was her ruined hand, her scarred face, or the three years of torment she endured at the research center, all those experiences cast an indelible

shadow over her.

Kallum was different, though. He didn't fancy her and constantly kept his distance from her. Although she had been implicated by him, she had never been hurt by him.

In the past, she chased after him, so she brought his ridicule upon herself. As such, Kallum wasn't the one who hurt her, but rather her own inability to see the reality around her.

From the very beginning, Kallum made it clear that he didn't like her, and he had never lied about it.

Hence, Kallum was safe, and he was indeed special. After all, she had harbored feelings for him for such a long time in her previous life.

"Still can't figure it out?" Suddenly, Kallum took a step forward, leaving only a small gap between him and Calista. As he lowered his head, their breaths intertwined, causing his breathing to hasten slightly.

His handsome face was taut, noticing that Calista was still deep in thought. He felt somewhat agitated, for the question he asked was simply to hear her affirm her love for him. That was the only reason he believed she would go to such lengths for him.

The mere thought of Calista uttering

the words "I love you" stirred an inexplicable acceleration in Kallum's heartbeat. His cheeks flushed with warmth, and even though it was just his imagination, he felt an

overwhelming sense of nervousness that left him at a loss for what to do.

Hence, he was assertively pressing, his hopeful eyes fixed on Calista.

He acknowledged that for someone like him, who couldn't even control his own fate, to pursue love was viewed by others as an irresponsible act. However, he couldn't restrain his longing to hear Calista declare her love for him. His desire was akin to a fish yearning for water, he felt as if he was suffocating.