Her Rebirth of Retribution
Chapter 319 I Shall Allow You

you're in, but you can't go near the balcony. I don't want anyone jumping off my apartment and committing suicide!"

"Calm down!" Wyatt's voice boomed, causing Calista to halt in her tracks, the recent whirlwind of emotions leaving Wyatt somewhat on edge. As he grasped her hand and locked eyes with her, he stressed, "Look, I don't care what you're going through or how much pain Maybe it was the intensity in his voice or the mention of "suicide" that jolted Calista back to reality. As she gazed into Wyatt's eyes, her tense muscles gradually relaxed, and in a hoarse whisper she assured, "I'm not going to die, and I definitely won't commit suicide." "You better not!" Initially, Wyatt had contemplated restraining Calista due to her volatile emotions, but witnessing her pallid complexion and the diminishing spark in her eyes made him refrain.

"So, are you going to get off me?" Calista furrowed her brow, sensing the rigidity in Wyatt's muscles that made her uncomfortable.

The immediate crisis had passed, and upon hearing Calista's words, Wyatt's face momentarily flushed with embarrassment before he quickly stepped away.

Although momentary, the lingering touch of her body and the faint scent of medicinal herbs left him feeling somewhat disoriented even after he had distanced himself. His ears tinged with red, a reaction unnoticed by Calista.

"Are you fully present now? Do you want me to call a psychiatrist for you?" Wyatt abruptly shut down his inappropriate thoughts and inquired with genuine concern.

As Calista massaged his temples, her throbbing headache gradually eased, and she wearily remarked, "I won't contemplate suicide in your house."

"That's good then..." Upon reflecting, Wyatt moistened his lips, pondering on striking up a conversation with Calista.

He felt a slight disconnect and wondered whether he should delve into the reasons behind her fallout with Kallum or the situation during his absence. Their strained relationship stemmed from the complex dynamics between the Stafford and Langley families due to Yelena and Quincy's involvement.

Deciding to shift the focus, he offered, "I'll go whip up some breakfast."

Observing the noticeable bruise on Wyatt's neck, Calista couldn't help but notice his injuries. "I think we should address your wounds first," she suggested, gesturing towards his injuries. Only then did Wyatt acknowledge his discomfort. Realizing the importance of self-care, he retrieved a first aid kit and began to tend to his injuries, his movements appearing somewhat rigid. As Calista's gaze fixated on the bloodstains on Wyatt's shoulder, she suddenly voiced a piercing question, "What would your stance be if I ever decided to kill that old geezer, Matthew?"

Pausing for a moment, Wyatt

resumed attending to his wounds as

he explained, "My grandfather, has

been an integral part of my life,

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earning me the respect and responsibilities that come with being

a part of the Langley family

"So, you'd stand by him, even if it meant going against me?" she questioned.

"That's right," he affirmed, opting for honesty.

"What if he committed an unforgivable act? Would it be wrong for me to desire retribution?"

Wyatt fixed his gaze on Calista, his expression serious. "If he has committed a crime, he will face the legal consequences. You didn't have to tell me this. I... would have taken him into custody myself!"

Calista let out a soft chuckle as she gently took the alcohol and cotton ball from Wyatt's hand. Tilting her head slightly, she spoke sincerely. "Before our fallout, I shall allow you to be my friend." Her frown conveyed a sense of reluctant concession as she continued, "But to be my friend, you must show me unwavering respect, stand by my side, assist me through my troubles, and yield to me." Wyatt's sudden laughter had a reassuring warmth to it, bringing comfort to the tense atmosphere. "What you're describing sounds more like a boyfriend than a friend."

Calista, usually composed, felt a tinge of embarrassment for the first time as she prepared to tend to Wyatt's wounded hand. Is that so? He's not... teasing me, is he?

Recognizing the turbulence beneath Calista's typically cold facade, Wyatt felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that she had emerged from her emotional turmoil without external intervention.

"Of course, as your friend, I would do all these for you," he assured her, with a determination to go above and beyond for her.

After studying him for a moment, Calista responded with a noncommittal hum and quietly tended to his wounds. Her previous overwhelming negative emotions were now buried deep within her mind. She wasn't fragile, just suppressed, and while she appreciated Wyatt's support, she was determined to replace her own way out of her emotional struggle, even if he hadn't intervened. And so, Wyatt had brought her back to reality.

Calista wasn't an ingrate. She acknowledged his kindness and chose not to associate him with the rest of the Langley family. Her previous aversion toward him had stemmed from his inability to comprehend Quincy's actions, but she was willing to reconsider her stance.