Her Vengeful Rebirth

Her Vengeful Rebirth Chapter 380 What If They Really Dic The wind in the gorge was so fierce, a testament to the extremely narrow gaps between the mountains. Even if Kallum wanted to pick her up by helicopter, it probably couldn't land. And besides, she had nothing with her to contact him.

For a moment, Calista felt as if she was backed into a corner.

Had she died when she first fell, perhaps it wouldn't have mattered. But now, she was alive, yet forced to wait for death's slow approach. This ignited a powerful will to survive within her, and she began to resist.

Regardless, her immediate concern was figuring out how to get through the night.

Calista shifted slightly, intending to move closer to the cliff face, hoping to find a spot somewhat sheltered from the wind. However, as soon as she moved, the rock beneath her unexpectedly shifted a tiny bit too.

Countless tiny pebbles tumbled down, creating a soft rustling sound. Calista's entire body tensed up, and she didn't dare to breathe. She realized that the rock she was on seemed to be embedded into the mountain, and now, it had becloose.

Kallum doubled his manpower, instructing them to continue their search throughout the mountain. Despite his reluctance, he still led the team to the base of the cliff.

Quintus prayed inwardly, hoping desperately not to stumble upon anything they shouldn't see. Otherwise, they would surely be doomed.

Hundreds of people were searching beneath the cliff. In the darkness, Kallum's mind began to fill with ominous thoughts, causing his heart to sink bit by bit.

No, it can't be. It's impossible! How could Callie just be gone like that? She must still be on the mountain, perhaps hiding in scave, waiting forto rescue her. It must be so! Sear*ch the FindNøvelwebsite on Gøøgle to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.

Calista was stiff all over, facing the relentless cold wind that kept hitting her. She moved extremely carefully, bit by bit. When her back finally touched the cliff face, she let out a long sigh of relief, curled up, and hugged herself into a ball.

In the darkness and solitude, teetering on the edge, Calista found herself sitting here, feeling as though she had been abandoned by the entire world. It was as if she was perched on the edge of the universe, or perhaps already in the midst of the apocalypse.

In the wind, tiny pebbles fell from the crevices beneath her, plummeting down the cliffside and echoing. faintly. It was as if she was perched on an hourglass, each diminishing stone a ticking countdown. For the first time, Calista despised her acute hearing, which allowed her to hear the sound of her life slipping away so clearly. Perhaps she would plummet down along with this boulder in an hour, several hours, or just a few minutes. When tbecan exceedingly rare commodity, and death was looming over her, what would she think about? Calista hadn't anticipated any of this. She didn't have tto dwell on the past. All she could do was to ensure she remained still, not giving up and not struggling, just to prolong her existence as much as possible.

She knew she didn't want to succumb to death. At that moment, she couldn't afford to wallow in sorrow. All che could do was renestellu remind herself not in eine un mind 1/3 Chapter 380 What if They Really De Because once she gave up, she might truly he gone, At that moment, a brief ringtone sounded, startling Calista. It was only when she pulled out the phone that her eyes lit up with surprise. It still works? However, reality dealt her another heavy blow. The phone still couldn't make calls. However, it hadn't st its functionality, as the owner of the phone had set it to automatically tune into the evening channel.

After a moment of hesitation, Calista very carefully typed out a message in the channel. Then, holding her breath in anticipation, she watched to see if it would successfully send.

At that time, on the screen at the Nexus Trade Building, the popular male host was conducting the evening program-Moonlit Whispers.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit, with an earpiece in place. Through the screen of the Nexus Trade Building, it seemed as if he had the entire city at his feet.

This was the most popular evening channel in Horington. It was just that Calista was unaware of it.

The host. Zeke Barker, was captivating the audience with his enchanting voice as he started the show. Meanwhile, the comments section below the screen was already brimming with messages.

Zeke chuckled to himself. Just as he was about to speak, his attention was suddenly caught by a comment that flashed by. "Slow down, darlings, I think I just missed something important.

The instant Zeke's melodious voice echoed from the phone, Calista stopped breathing. She had successfully sent the message.

Immediately, her fingers flew across the screen, as she hastily craftedh another message. But once again, it was swallowed up in the vast sea of comments.

She felt somewhat disheartened and quickly tried to send a message to Kallum. However, composed the message, it was perpetually stuck on "sending." In other words, she couldn't make calls or send texts. She could only access the voice channel.

Calista was somewhat hesitant. The persistent low battery warning beeping from the phone indicated that she didn't ha have tto fiddle with this antique device. Biting the bullet, she once again tuned into the evening channel. Zeke once again saw that message and furrowed his brows. He highlighted the key part of the message, making it visible for everyone to see.

It read: I am Calista Stafford! I am going to end my life! The comments section immediately exploded.

Netizen A: Who is Calista? Another attention seeker, I presume? Netizen B: Go meet your end somewhere else. Don't interrupt Zeke's show! Netizen C: It's better if we ask. What if they really die? Zeke also found himself in a tricky situation. If he didn't inquire further and a life was lost, he knew it would be hard to avoid responsibility.

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