Her Rebirth of Retribution

Kallum's subordinates were incredibly reliable. They had renovated the entire research institute with an impressive grandeur. Moreover, they adopted a minimalist and efficient style. Working there, one would definitely feel comfortable.

The last time Calista was brought there, she was taken directly underground and had never emerged since even after her death. Now, as she walked around, observing the decor and arrangement of the above-ground area, she couldn't help but nod in approval. It was truly a wonderful place, especially for a researcher like her. There was no location more peaceful nor a layout more to her liking.

However, Kallum did not pay attention to all these. He directly took Calista to the rest area that was prepared for her. The entire third floor was her exclusive personal space.

Upon entering, Calista was greeted by a hint of floral scent. It turned out that roses were used to adorn the entrance. However, after a few days, most of the roses had withered. If she had come earlier, she would have seen them at their most beautiful blossom. Upon entering, the path was surprisingly paved with flower petals. The tension in Kallum's shoulders eased instantly. He looked at Calista, his gaze intensely focused.

"At the very least, you should take a look around here. The reason I renovated this place was to make you happy. My true intent was to bring you joy."

Calista remained silent, simply shifting her gaze elsewhere.

Kallum felt a bit disheartened, but he quickly cheered up. "Look here. This is the living room. You once mentioned wanting a living room filled with sunlight. Do you like these floor-to-ceiling windows? I've also made special arrangements outside using the principle of refraction. As long as the sun comes out, your living room will be the first place to light up."

Seeing Calista's indifferent demeanor, Kallum redoubled his efforts and led her to the bedroom.

The bedroom was arranged in an incredibly cozy manner, with warm colors that starkly contrasted the study outside. The most noticeable feature was undoubtedly the four-meter-wide super king-sized bed. Even without touching it, one could sense its softness. Atop it was a huge heart shape made of flowers. Although that method was a bit cliché, it was undeniably effective.

"You mentioned that pale yellow is relaxing, so that's the color of the walls. You said you wanted a soft, large bed, and I'm sure it will satisfy you. And there's more..."

Kallum slowly recounted. All the preparations he had made were based on the subtle hints he had picked up from Calista's preferences, especially the large bed. Kallum's gaze dimmed momentarily. The last time he was there, he had thought that he could make Calista happy and claim her virginity before marriage on that bed.

Aside from being fully equipped as a home, the place also had a gym, a surround-sound cinema, a wine cellar, and a study, all meticulously organized. The wine and the books were all to Calista's taste. The clothes were made of her most frequently worn fabric. Even the coffee cups used for guests were her favorite porcelain ones.

If that hadn't been the place where she had died and if none of those events had occurred, Calista believed she would have been truly delighted. She was genuinely fond of that place, and there was someone who cared enough to remember all her habits and preferences and steadfastly cater to them.

That was a feeling of stark dissonance, a profound contradiction. It seemed to cleave her icy heart into two halves. One half was writhing in pain, the other struggling fiercely. Her rationality remained silent while her emotional side was shrieking.

Kallum did get one thing right.

Calista wasn't losing her mind, and

she wasn't as fragile as she had thought. Before she entered, it felt as if her heart was being clenched, leaving her breathless. However, once she was inside, she turned alarmingly calm.

If there was any difference, it probably resided deep within her heart in the form of sorrow. A profound and deep-rooted sorrow Perhaps the heavens couldn't bear to see her joy. Even after bestowing her with joy, they cruelly snatched it away. Perhaps all of that was intentional, a long-planned

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"Don't you like any of these?"

After they took a look around the place, Kallum's hope was gradually crushed. Although Calista was listening, Kallum couldn't discern a hint of joy in her demeanor.

For the first time in his life, he felt defeated. He desperately wanted to grab Calista by the collar and demand an explanation.

However, as he looked into her indifferent eyes, he found himself unable to utter a single word, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"This place is nice."

Calista's words ignited a spark in Kallum's eyes as if they had breathed new life into him.

"I've seen your sincerity, so let me ask you again. Do you really want to know why I've treated you this way? Once the truth is spoken, there's no turning back. Even so, do you still want to know?"

As Kallum listened to Calista's words, a sudden sense of uncertainty welled up within him. Particularly when Calista's gaze met his, he felt as if something deep within his mind was clamoring, pleading for him not to uncover the truth. "I want to know." In the end, his desire to learn the truth to know prevailed.

Calista squinted her eyes, then suddenly broke into a smile. "Since you've already shown me around, now it's my turn to reciprocate the gesture."

She's planning to show me around? The familiar sense of peculiarity surfaced within Kallum once again. Calista has never been here before, so what is she going to show me?

After Calista had led him out, they took the elevator to the first floor. Kallum initially thought that Calista was going to take him outside, but she didn't. Instead, Calista led him through a maze of corridors to a very concealed door. Upon opening the door and entering, Kallum found that it was merely a storage room.