Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 306 The Fire Blazes

As the seconds ticked by, Quincy's anxiety intensified dramatically.

Has Kallum already left? He must've; he wouldn't tolerate a woman causing turmoil while masquerading as Calista. And even if he had chosen to stay, surely the butler would have ushered him out to protect his loved ones. After all, his wife and children are in my hands. Quincy's thoughts then drifted to the fire engulfing the lower floors.

Could this blaze have something to do with Kallum? If it isn't his doing, then surely the butler would have sought me out by now, wouldn't he? Why aren't the police here yet?

With each moment that passed, her sense of panic escalated. her carefully orchestrated plan had been thrown into disarray by an unexpected fire.

Suddenly, a loud crash resounded as the wine rack toppled over. While the attention of those present was diverted, Calista saw her chance and dashed toward freedom. Quincy, however, was the only one who noticed her fleeting figure.

She shouted urgently, "Quick, grab her! She's trying to run!"

Meanwhile, Kallum stood transfixed by the advancing flames, his heart pounding with anxiety as he scanned the area intensely. Where's Callie? Where could she be hidden in this vast house?

Just then, Gunner pointed urgently toward a melting wall on the second floor and exclaimed, "Mr. Kallum! Look at that wall, it's melting!"

"You can't run, Calista!" Quincy managed to snatch a gun from Jason's grasp and aimed it at Calista, firing several shots as the latter darted toward the exit. She had a sudden foreboding that if Calista successfully made her escape, the repercussions would be dire.

At that crucial juncture, Calista's muscles tensed as she gathered every ounce of her strength and hurled herself against the soundproof wall, which was already significantly weakened. The dual layers of battered wood splintered under the impact. Shielding her head with her arms, she leaped down to the second floor.

As the flames roared, consuming everything in their path, Calista recalled the layout of the house from her previous life. She knew there was a lawn below, clear of any hazards, which emboldened her reckless leap. However, the ferocity of the fire was unexpected, and she braced herself for potential injuries.

Hearing a disturbance, Kallum instinctively looked up just in time to see a figure descending. Before he could clearly discern who it was, his instincts propelled him forward, and he caught the person in his arms. "Found you!" His voice resonated with surprise and palpable relief.

Upon realizing Calista was unharmed, he embraced her tightly, a deep sigh of relief escaping him. "D*mn it, you scared me to death!"

Calista, still slightly dazed, murmured, "Kallum?"

She hadn't anticipated that at such a perilous moment, she would be caught by someone let alone Kallum.

He looked at her sternly, his heart racing, "You ungrateful little... Who else but me would care about you this much?"

Gradually, Calista relaxed into his

embrace, her arms wrapping around him, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection and security. "Thank

you..." she whispered, overwhelmet

by emotion. Having often relied solely on herself, being rescued when she least expected it stirred profound feelings within her.

As they left the chaos behind, Kallum carried her in his arms, his posture erect and his stride confident. He seemed to glow even in the night's darkness. "Do we still need to say thanks?" he chuckled warmly, holding her close, reluctant to let go. "We're husband and wife, you silly girl..."

Calista nestled into his embrace, murmuring a content "Mm."

The Fairchild family's bodyguards, relieved to see the lady of the house safe, turned their attention back to the fiery ordeal. "Mr. Kallum," one of them inquired, "should we continue with the fire? People are still inside!"

Just then, a desperate shout echoed from the second floor, "Help! Why is the fire so huge? Someone, please come and save me! There are still people alive!"

As the ambulance was delayed, a paramedic approached Kallum, wiping sweat from his brow. "Mr. Kallum, lives are at stake. Please, let us attend to the injured first!"

Calista tugged at Kallum's clothing,

whispering something that made

him chuckle. He glanced back at the

él

engulfed mansion, raising an eyebrow Of course, we have to save them," he declared. "Even though some folks gathered to indulge in drugs and accidentally set this place on fire, we still need to rescue them. And while we're at it, let's make sure to collect evidence. We can't let these matters slide!"

Kallum's declaration carried a wealth of implications. They were taking drugs? No wonder they chose a secret room to gather.

As for the arson, those present were not ignorant. They were well aware of the fire's originator. Yet now, it was Kallum who positioned himself as the fire preventer and the people inside who started the fire. Although the truth was known to some, fear kept them from voicing it out loud.

Nevertheless, the pressing circumstances allowed little room for such concerns. The immediate imperative was the preservation of human lives. Amidst the chaos of the ongoing rescue operations, Kallum had already departed with Calista, leaving Gunner to manage the situation on the ground.

The onlookers, taken aback by the

unfolding events, harbored a

profound bitterness. Yet, the idea of harboring a grudge against Kallum seemed futile; they recognized their lack of power. Their wrath, therefore, was redirected toward the Wolfords, who had dared to provoke a dangerous figure. Of all the people to antagonize, they chose Kallum's wife. Are they courting death?

Upon arriving home, Kallum wasted no time in summoning a doctor. Throughout the journey home and during the medical examination, Calista was extraordinarily cooperative and well-mannered, displaying a level of compliance that was unusual for her.