Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 267 Rather Not Recover

"Don't move." Kallum's voice was somewhat weak yet clearer than before. "If you let me hold you for a while, the pain will subside." "How could this be possible?"

Calista was at her wits' end, feeling utterly trapped and helpless. She couldn't resist, but she couldn't just let Kallum lie there. After some rumination, she realized Kallum's unusual behavior seemed to have started after she mentioned "pregnancy."

Although she felt nothing for the word at the moment and didn't understand what Kallum was fussing about, it wasn't difficult for her to figure out a way to comfort him under such circumstances.

Calista said, "If having a child would give you a sense of security, I'd be willing to have one with you."

Her words caused Kallum to abruptly lift his head, his eyes, filled with yearning, gleamed in the darkness.

Calista pondered over the practical possibilities.

"Although it's a bit of a hassle, it's not impossible to extract a healthy sperm from you. You could even choose whether you want a boy or a girl."

Calista's words stirred a fervor in Kallum, causing his blood to boil. Why is Calista always so unreservedly good to me? It's as if she can satisfy my every need. She must love me very much, just like before. Only, she has learned to disguise it now, intentionally keeping it unsaid.

"Will you truly bear a child for me?" There was a hint of longing in Kallum's voice. Although it was an outrageous request to ask a woman to bear his child, especially if he were to die, he couldn't keep his greed in rein when it came to Calista. He deeply desired to leave a permanent mark on her.

Calista let out a sigh. Even without seeing her, Kallum could imagine the profound look of helplessness etched onto her typically indifferent face.

"If you insist on it."

Kallum chuckled in satisfaction.

"Are you willing to let me bandage you up now? Perhaps bandaging won't be enough. I might have to stitch you up." Calista's tone suddenly turned serious. "I had no idea that you were suffering so much when I wasn't around. How intense is your pain every day now? Why didn't Old Mr. Yancey tell me?"

Needless to say, it was Kallum who forbade Shaun from informing Calista. Kallum fell silent for a moment, realizing that given his current situation, he really couldn't afford to be reckless. With a worried tone, he instructed, "You should put on gloves first or let Old Mr. Yancey come over."

Having said that, he reluctantly let go of her wrist.

In haste, Calista stood up and assisted Kallum in sitting down by the bed. She then went to fetch some medicine and gloves. She was quite adept at stitching wounds.

Once the lights were fully turned on, the exact severity of Kallum's wounds was revealed. Calista furrowed her brows, carefully cutting open the leg of the suit trousers to expose a bloody calf.

The cut was quite severe this time,

requiring over a dozen stitches. However, given Kallum's current condition, taking painkillers wasn't suitable. Hence, she hesitated as she raised her head to speak. "I'm going to stitch you up. It might hurt a Bit, so try to bear with it,

Kallum gazed at Calista kneeling beside him on one knee. Her caring tone and gentle actions left him feeling somewhat elated. "Do you know?"

"Yes?" Calista responded without looking up.

"Your presence has an analgesic effect."

"What?" Calista looked at him curiously, noticing his lips, which were slightly pale moments ago, were curved into a smirk.

"Whenever you'd say things I wanted to hear or when you'd allow me to hold you, miraculously, I wouldn't feel any pain. Therefore, you don't need to worry about how much I suffer normally. When you're with me, I don't feel any distress at all."

Once again, Calista wore a look of bewilderment. However, she had grown accustomed to not delving too deeply into such remarks, as Kallum had made them numerous times before. How could someone's presence possibly alleviate pain? Surely, such a statement can't be trusted.

Seeing Calistą intently and meticulously stitching his wound, Kallum felt surprisingly numb. Perhaps the pain from earlier in the night had numbed him to the point where he barely felt the needle piercing his flesh. Instead, he found himself carefully observing her

docile side.

A smile unconsciously played on his lips. Callie has agreed to have my child! Still... "If I were to die, I wouldn't let you bear a child."

After snapping back to his senses, Kallum understood clearly that if he were truly to die, despite his reluctance to leave her, he would not wish for her to become a single mother. His own suffering paled in comparison to the thought of her being in distress.

Calista's hand, holding the needle, paused momentarily before she continued stitching. Indeed, her previous assumption about Kallum merely losing his mind was correct. She understood well that prolonged illness could lead to peculiar changes in a person's character. The same thing had happened to her. Her three years at the research institute had shaped her current personality. Sometimes, she found it hard to believe that she used to be the way she was.

Seeing her engrossed in stitching up his wound, Kallum chose to remain silent, allowing silence to fill the air inside the room. He could now clearly perceive Calista's clear fragrance.

With his eyes closed, Kallum, seemingly nonchalantly, asked all of a sudden, "Would you still be this kind to me if I were to recover?"

Calista paused, her gloved hand wavering slightly, uncertainty showing in her actions.

"Perhaps." So far, our relationship has been mutually beneficial, hasn't it?

Kallum chuckled lightly. "If you wouldn't, I'd rather not recover."

"Aren't you feeling awful now?" I can't believe he's considering not recovering. Those infected moan in pain every night, wishing for a swift end. Yet, he actually uttered such foolish words.