At that moment, Calista''s emotions surged uncontrobly. "To you, he may have seemed insignificant, easily manipted and mocked by everyone around you, always swallowing his pride. But despite everything, he was the only one who consistently treated you with kindness over all these years!"


    "Why not tryparing him to any other man? Who else could endure your extravagant ways, endlessly hosting guests without a singleint? Who else could remain loyal and trusting for over a decade, never faltering even when you disguised your escapades as beauty treatments or ying cards? My dad never strayed, yet you never chose to settle down and truly share your life with him," Calista thundered.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org


    She continued, "You took his money for your lover, implicated him in your schemes, forced him to bow down to your family, tormented his daughter from a previous marriage, and tricked him into raising a child that wasn''t his! After everything you''ve done, look at the life you lead now. So, this is what you wanted? To be universally loathed, right, Mdm. Langley?"


    Calista then stepped back, regarding Yelena with a look of utter disdain. "Do you know?" she sneered, "It''s always those who think they''re the smartest who end up looking the most foolish. It''sughable, really. You still don''t grasp what you''ve lost. You are truly painfully stupid."


    Initially, Yelena met Calista''s words with a defiant re, but as the usations continued, her eyes began to fill with tears.


    She had never taken the time to reflect on her past actions deeply. But Calista''s piercing words made her realize, shockingly, that the man she had least respected was indeed the one who had been most genuine toward her.


    He might not have had great ambition, exceptional talents, or strong drive, but he had offered her his patience, his trust, and his respect. He had given her the best of what he had, and she had failed to value it.


    Disgusted by her tears, Kallum released Yelena abruptly, her disy of emotion making him feel sick. The moment he let go, she crumpled to the ground, weeping uncontrobly, her dignity forgotten. Yet, her pitiful state stirred no sympathy in him. Instead, his attention turned to Calista.


    Kallum observed her, surprised that she had chosen to let Yelena off so lightly. Even if Calista was channeling her younger self, she remained cautious even when provided a way out and assured of safety. This hinted at the deep-seated fear and unease she had endured during her childhood, always leaving a margin for escape even when she was in a position of power.


    Wilbur had once noted that Calista''s personality had drastically shifted due to a traumatic event, flipping from one extreme to another.


    It appeared her current rash actions, seemingly without thought of the repercussions, actually underscored how calcted and cautious she had once been. This fear was a shield, a form of self-protection. Reflecting on this, Kallum felt a twinge of empathy.


    With me by her side, why does Calista still feel the need to look over her shoulder? Does she truly need to keep her guard up even with someone like Yelena?


    Kallum wiped his hands as if to rid himself of the distasteful scene, then approached Calista. His eyes met hers, probing, questioning. "Is this enough? Has this quelled the rage within your heart?"


    Calista, caught in the gravity of the moment, appeared uneasy as she faced Kallum''s intense gaze. She bit her lip, remaining silent.


    Kallum sped her hand tightly, his


    voice firm with conviction. "Can you trust me? won''t let you get hurt, not anymore. This woman won''t have the opportunity to harm you again. Is this really what you want to do?"


    Calista seemed anxious, her voice strained as she asked, "So, what else can I do?"


    Kallum nced at the inconsble Yelena, whoy crying on the floor, and sneered, "Didn''t you want to shove the money down her throat and make her eat it? Well, she should eat it, then!" Yelena, her tears momentarily pausing, stared at them in disbelief. She could hardly believe that despite her miserable state, these two harbored not a shred of sympathy for her.


    "Eat it?" Calista''s gaze lowered to Yelena, her eyes flickering thoughtfully, as if weighing Kallum''s suggestion.


    Just then, Kallum''s phone rang. The voice of the bribed housekeeper hastily informed him, "Mr. Kallum, Joanna saw that the ambnce was dyed and has secretly headed upstairs!"


    Calista, catching the gist of the call from Kallum''s expression, instantly regained her focus. She tugged at his arm, urging, "Let''s go..." Her voice was tense, her lips pursed. "After all, she


    got what she deserved


    Kallum, however, resisted her pull. "The retribution she received wasn''t direct from you, it doesn''t count!" His voice hardened with resolve. "With me here, no one will find you. You need to trust me!" Calista found herself torn. On one hand, the Langley family members were making their way up the stairs; on the other, there was Kallum, steadfastly refusing to leave. A storm of emotions churned within her. Suddenly, her gaze sharpened as she looked at Yelena again. Since Kallum had made it clear, what did she have to fear? She could finally let go,pletely.


    "Given the situation, Mdm. Langley, I insist you eat the money!" Calista dered firmly.


    Yelena was taken aback, while Kallum frowned, questioning, "Why are you being so polite to her?"


    Calista shot him a quick nce, her expression hardening. She shouted angrily at Yelena, "Did you hear me? I want you to eat all the money on the ground!"


    As footsteps approached, signaling


    the arrival of someone from the Langley family, Yelena knew that although Kallum''s people might dy them, she just needed to endure a little longer to avoid this humiliation. So, she remained still, her eyes red but ring defiantly at them.