Mirabelle, however, didn''t care. The more Calista found her annoying, the more opportunities she saw for herself. And so, Mirabelle continued to hold her hand.


    "Callie, you can hit me or scold me if you''re angry. Just don''t be so hard on yourself. How about I help you up?"


    As Mirabelletched onto Calista again, a chill shed in thetter''s eyes. She pulled her hand free and pped Mirabelle across the face, leaving her dazed for quite a while. Kallum opened his mouth, seemingly willing to let Calista vent her anger.


    "How dare you hit me?"


    A sh of resentment sparked in Mirabelle''s eyes. This was the first time someone had hit her.


    However, she couldn''t cause trouble due to her image. Instead, she covered her face, and in an instant,rge tears began to fall, making her look incredibly pitiful.


    "You''ve changed, Callie. You used to-"


    "Didn''t you say it was okay for me to hit you and scold you?"N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Struggling somewhat, Calista gradually rose to her feet. At that moment, she showed no signs of frailty. Instead, she exuded an icy chill, a cold indifference that could not be dispelled.


    "I..." Mirabelle was taken aback by what Calista had just said.


    Gritting her teeth, she choked up and sobbed, "Go ahead, then. Hit me! You can do whatever you want to me as long as you''re not angry at Kal."


    This is the perfect opportunity for Mr. Kallum to see just how vicious Calista really is!


    "Remember what you said!" Calista smiled and took a slight breath before delivering another p.


    "This p is meant to tell you to watch your words in the future. My mother only had me, so I don''t have any siblings, nor do I have friends like you."


    Calista was ill andcking strength, but a p to the face was an utter humiliation.


    Everything Mirabelle endured today, she would surely repay in kind.


    Mirabelle''s face was knocked askew, and beneath her bangs, her eyes were filled with a tangible murderous intent. But when she turned back, she went back to putting on a pitiful look. Calista couldn''t help butugh, and without holding back, she pped Mirabelle again. "This p is the interest I''m returning for all the things you''ve done to me!"


    Regardless of whether she had been drugged orter framed and betrayed, Calista had long since wanted to p her. She had absolutely no tolerance for women with ulterior motives, and often thought of putting an end to them.


    The sorrow she had just experienced must have been an illusion, for now, she felt extremely ted.


    After three ps, Mirabelle was finding it hard to bear. At that moment, she wished that Kallum would intervene. Yet, Kallum didn''t even utter a single word.


    Drained of all energy, Calista no longer continued hitting her. She figured she could settle the scores with Mirabelle in the future. At that moment, Calista couldn''t bear to stick around for even a second longer.


    Calista removed her thumb ring and


    let out a scoff as she said, "I''m done


    with this man. You don''t need to settle for less or feelpelled to steal your good friend''s man either. I wish you all the best, may all your desires be fulfilled, and may you enjoy a harmonious rtionship."


    Mirabelle''s gaze was fixated on the thumb ring in her hand, a flicker of obsession shing deep within her eyes. Only by possessing it could she truly be thedy of the house in the Fairchild Manor.


    She had assumed that Calista was going to hand it over to her, so she reached out to ept it. But the very next moment, Calista ruthlessly smashed it onto the ground. Instantly, the thumb ring shattered into pieces.


    In the shimmer of shattered pieces, all illusions of affection Calista once held were broken. As for the humiliation and shame she endured, she still remembered them vividly.


    If I can''t have something, then no one else can!


    Kallum hadn''t anticipated that Calista would actually smash the thumb ring. His original n was to give her the ring and have the Fairchild family adopt her as an goddaughter, which would ensure her an easy life. However, she had smashed it into pieces.


    This indicated her utter disdain for


    him and her hatred toward him.


    Although this was what he had


    ele


    initially hoped for, a bitter taste still


    S throat. It was as if a


    filled hist


    massive hole had been torn in his heart, leaving him unable to find


    peace even in death.


    When Calista emerged, the path was clear. However, upon reaching the door, she was stopped by Paul.


    "Ms. Stafford, you''repletely drenched. You should change your clothes before you leave."


    Seemingly deaf to her surroundings, Calista continued to walk away swiftly, her expression gloomy. It was as if she would lose her sanity if she lingered for even a second longer. "Ms. Stafford!"


    Paul became frantic and instinctively stepped in front of Calista.


    "Ms. Stafford, it''s fine if you don''t want to change your clothes, but where are you heading? May I apany you?"


    Calista''s gaze gradually shifted toward him. Under the gloomy sky, Paul surprisingly noticed a ring of blood-red color around the edges of Calista''s ink-ck pupils. "Step aside!"


    Undeterred, Paul raised the clothes in his hands.


    "Ms. Stafford, I still think you should-"


    Calista took the clothes, only to immediately toss them on the ground. The rain instantly soaked them through. Taking advantage of Paul''s shock, Calista stepped over the clothes and walked away. She didn''t want to ept any more favors from the Fairchild family. The mere thought of her considering, in a moment of foolishness, to give Kallum a chance, seemed utterly ludicrous to her. After covering some distance, Calista looked back. She cast a nce at the mansion that stretched over five kilometers behind her and let out a cold, mockingugh.


    Under the gloomy rain, her doctor''s uniform appeared starkly white, and her face was equally devoid of color.


    "The Fairchild family? Kallum? Heh..."


    She turned her head and walked away without ncing back even once.


    The past felt like a dream to her, but now, that dream had shattered, and she was left with nothing but hatred. Truly, she had never felt more at ease than she did in that moment.


    She had no idea how long she had


    been walking when a car from the Fairchild family arrived. They insisted on giving her a ride and even offered her an umbre, but Calista simply stood in the rain in the middle of the road. She wouldn''t move unless the car left. After all, the rain wouldn''t kill her.