Her Rebirth of Retribution

"Why did you call me? Just to gloat? Well, congratulations, you've managed to make me despise you even more! You've completely ruined everything for me. And if you ever end up in my hands, I'll make sure you regret the day you were born!" Mirabelle raged. "I ruined everything for you? What exactly did I ruin?" Calista questioned.

Mirabelle, as if provoked, jumped from the bed, raising her voice, "What did you ruin? You ruined my reputation, my standing. If it weren't for you, I would be the one married into the Fairchild family right now. You've shattered my dreams and destroyed everything I've worked for all these years!" "But isn't this outcome something you brought upon yourself?" Calista's voice was soft and slow. "Wasn't it you who destroyed me first?"

Mirabelle was taken aback, her expression instantly becoming animated.

I was the one who plotted against Calista first, but so what? She's just the daughter of some third-rate family. How can she be on equal standing as me!

With that thought, Mirabelle questioned, "So, you're saying... you believe it was my fate to be ruined by you, but it wasn't right for me to ruin you, because you consider yourself superior to me?"

Calista chuckled softly, hitting the nail on the head of Mirabelle's thought. "Are you scared because you think I know you too well?"

Feeling a bit intimidated, Mirabelle couldn't admit it. Calista was calm and had the backing of the Fairchild family. She also seemed to understand Mirabelle extremely well. For a moment, Mirabelle despaired, feeling like she could never outmatch Calista in her lifetime. But then, a strange feeling struck her. Why did Calista call me? Is she trying to provoke me and force me into irrational actions only to get rid of me? No, she knows me enough to understand that I won't risk doing something irrational when my family's in trouble. So, why then, did she call me? Is it just to gloat? No, Calista wouldn't act with such arrogance or boredom.

"I can almost picture your face of defeat right now." Calista's voice was laced with laughter, as if finding joy in Mirabelle's growing despair and struggle. "How does it feel to be trampled on by someone you have no respect for, left without the strength to fight back? Just imagining your current expression is quite amusing."

"Did you... have a falling out with Kallum?" Mirabelle's sudden probing words caught Calista by surprise.

Seizing onto a sudden realization, Mirabelle exclaimed loudly, "You had a fight with Kallum, didn't you? That's why he was desperately looking for you, and you are avoiding him!"

It wasn't hard to guess as almost everyone believed there was a conflict between the two. However, considering the phone call from Calista, things became more delicate.

Mirabelle spoke with a hint of skepticism, "You had a fight with Kallum, you got hurt, but you had nowhere to vent..." With every word, she grew more certain.

"Exactly! You're cornered! You can't call your father, he simply won't understand you. And you can't call anyone else either, they would just hand you over to the Fairchild family for their own gain!" Mirabelle concluded, confident in her assumption.

She continued, "You only had me to

turn to, only me! Because no matter how well I performed, the Fairchild family would never accept me again. And due to personal grudges, I'd." rather Kallum spend his entire life unable to find you. So, I was the only one who wouldn't disclose your whereabouts to them..."

Suddenly, Mirabelle burst into laughter like a madman. "You must be feeling so alone and helpless right now, with not a soul to vent to! Ha! The fact that you're calling an enemy who temporarily poses no threat to you just goes to show you have no friends!" Mirabelle's voice was oddly tinged with excitement as she exclaimed, "So, when you're suffering, your only recourse is to provoke your enemies and draw strength from them? How pitiful you are, no! How pathetic you truly are!"

Calista's face grew colder by the moment. Her hand, tightly clutching her phone, trembled. It seemed as though she was on the verge of smashing it to the ground any second.

I have no friends? No one to vent to? Am I so afraid of sadness that I could only draw strength from her enemies during tough times? No... No! If I were to drop my phone, wouldn't that just confirm Mirabelle's ridiculous conjecture? "Have you... lost your mind?" Suppressing the tremor in her voice, Calista asked with a cold yet composed tone, "How could you entertain such a ludicrous thought?"

However, Mirabelle had already affirmed her suspicions. She laughed so hard that she was practically falling apart; even tears started streaming down her face "Haha! Funny, isn't it? It is indeed hilarious. The thought of you, with no one to share your pain, relying on attacking others and

boasting-these childish acts, just to hide your fragility, it fills me with pity. You really are pitiful!"

Frustrated and upset, Calista abruptly hung up the phone and stood up, knocking her breakfast off the table in the process. She didn't bother about the mess she had made. Frantically, she walked onto the balcony to get some fresh air. Yet, when she saw the drop of over ten floors below, she surprisingly felt an urge to leap off and end it all. Fortunately, she managed to brace herself against the railing in time, suppressing the sudden surge of madness within her.

I'm pitiful and pathetic? I have

billions in my bank account! I'm

nationally renowned for my genius in

medicine All my enemies are firmlyAll content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

under my heel! Moreover, I'm still young, not even twenty! Everyone should be green with envy, how could I possibly be pitiful?