Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 296 This Will Alleviate The Pain "Trust me, doing this will alleviate the pain." Calista nodded subtly. She had to admit that when Kallum kissed her, the pain in her body seemed to lessen significantly. Such was the strange effect of hormones. Just as the two were becoming increasingly engrossed in the moment of passion, a sudden knock on the door echoed through the room, leaving them both startled. Subconsciously, Kallum covered Calista with the blanket, asking discontentedly. "Who is it?" Upon hearing her son's annoyed voice, Wanda felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She wondered if she had inadvertently disrupted something, but it was just past dinner time. With a stiffened resolve, Wanda said, "Callie, your dad's here. Aren't you going to see him?" It was then that Calista remembered that Benedict should have arrived by then. After all, just a few days ago, Wanda had discussed her marriage plans with him. Since she hadn't returned home, Benedict had no choice but to cand check in with her. "Um... I'm on my way." Calista gave Kallum a nudge, swiftly getting dressed. Off to the side, Kallum grumbled, "Who visits at this time?" In his heart, he had long stopped considering Calista as part of the Stafford family.

Calista chuckled. "Since we're getting married, do you really think you can avoid meeting my dad?" Kallum cast his covetous gaze over her. The more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt. The night was when she felt the most discomfort, so it was impossible for him to make a move then. Everything had fallen into place perfectly at that moment; it was such a pity it had been disrupted.

Despite the dissatisfaction swelling within him, he refrained from voicing his complaints. Instead, he simply hummed in response. "Of course not. I'll accompany you to meet Dad!" He's calling him Dad already? Calista suddenly felt a strange sensation. Their progress was incredibly fast. Although they were only getting married and had to wait until she was of age to officially register, it was undeniably a whirlwind romance.

While she was lost in thought, twenty minutes had already passed by the tthey were ready to meet Benedict.

Benedict probably knew his timing wasn't the best. He would have preferred to ca little later, but recent events were just too difficult to put into words.

Upon seeing Kallum arrive with Calista, Benedict's emotions were incredibly complex. Although he was technically Kallum's future father-in-law, he found himself unable to assert any form of authority over the latter. Kallum hadn't ventured out for quite stime, yet his reputation seemed to grow increasingly fearsome. He had effortlessly crushed the Wolford family, and Harvey was dead. If it hadn't been for Harvey's associates changing sides swiftly, it was only a matter of tbefore the Fairchild family gradually took them down.

So, even though Kallum had always been fairly kind to him, Benedict never dared to act arrogantly in front of the former.

"Callie, Mr. Kallum..." "You're still calling him Mr. Kallum?" Upon seeing Kallum's eyebrow raised in dissatisfaction, Quintus said with a smile, "He'll soon be your son-in-law!" Wanda also added, "That's right. They say a son-in-law is like a half a son. In the future, you'll have to look after Kallum, my dear in-law!" "Not..." Benedict wiped the sweat from his forehead, repeatedly waving his hands in denial.

However, Kallum didn't let him off the hook. He seriously greeted, "Dad." At this point, Benedict felt even more uneasy. Although the couple had been engaged for many years, when it cto the moment of Kallum acknowledging him as his father-in-law, Benedict still found it incredibly surreal. After exchanging a few words, Wanda tactfully led everyone away, giving the father and daughter sprivacy. Calista took a seat on the couch. Getting straight to the point, she said, "Go ahead, what's the matter?" She noticed that Benedict had been uneasily watching her since the very beginning, clearly indicating he had something to discuss with her.

After everyone had left and the atmosphere was no longer as tense, Benedict revealed a distressed expression. "Callie, I feel like... someone's trying to kill me!" "Hmm?" Calista looked at him, puzzled.

Benedict furrowed his brows.

"Perhaps it's not just a feeling, you know. These past few days have been strange. The day before yesterday, I nearly got hit by a car Yesterday, I tripped on something and almost hit my head on a sharp rock. And just now, right when I was about to leave the house, my car brakes suddenly failed! I had to run until the car ran out of gas before I could catch a taxi over here." The expression on Calista's face gradually shifted from indifference to seriousness.

One or two incidents could be chalked up to coincidence, but as they increased, it becclear that Benedict might be on to kill something-someone was ou

him. However, to say that Benedict had offended someone would ben overestimating him. The only plausible explanation was that they were actually targeting her.

Seeing that Calista remained silent, Benedict said, "I can't recall offending anyone. I suspect they weren't targeting me. What puzzlesis that, if I were to die, it doesn't seem like it would have much of an impact on you..." "What do you mean by having no impact on me?" Calista suddenly raised an eyebrow. "If you were to die before my wedding, it would likely be postponed indefinitely, and any delay implies uncertainty." Calista's ominous words sent chills down Benedict's spine, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.

"What should I do then? Should... should I hire sbodyguards?" Calista shook her head. "I'll have Kallum assign someone to protect you. For the tbeing, it's best if you avoid going anywhere other than the office." When Benedict left, Kallum had sent one

Quintus to accompany him. If anyone was most concerned about this marriage affair, it was undoubtedly Kallum. Therefore, to ensure there were no problems, Quintus was sent with ten specially-trained bodyguards who were also tasked with protecting Benedict around the clock.