Her Rebirth of Retribution

Calista didn't respond, quietly pulling his ankle up.

Her palms became warm and she placed them on two acupoints of his ankle, massaging as she said, "You're looking for someone to treat your younger brother?" Jarrett was startled and pulled out another dagger from his back, aiming it at Calista.

But Calista was faster than him, and she used her hands to give a good twist. The loud snap of the bones being snapped back into place was heard, and the pain made Jarrett take a breath of cold air, giving Calista time to take away his dagger. She raised her eyebrows and said cheekily, "You have quite a number of weapons on you huh..."NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"Who the hell are you!" Jarrett glared at her, trying hard to endure the pain.

There were very few people who knew about his younger brother, how could she have known?!

Calista clicked her tongue a few times and said, "Has Mr. Sinclair forgotten already? Last night you were at the party at the Fairchilds, and even though you left early, we have met before."

"You are..." Jarrett frowned. His memory was pretty good, but strangely enough after thinking through all the people he had met the night before, he couldn't remember who Calista was.

Calista blinked and then suddenly lowered her head and put on a wooden and sullen expression. Jarrett opened his eyes in shock and said in disbelief, "You're Kallum's fiancée?!"

No wonder she knew some of these secrets... Jarrett felt very confused.

Calista lifted her head. She did not like being labeled like that.

"My name is Calista, and the Staffords have been royal doctors for nine generations! Since my father didn't want to be a doctor, I learnt everything from my grandfather, so I don't actually have any teacher. If you want, you can hire me, otherwise you can look for someone else. But I'm not sure if your brother...is able to wait for long."

Calista then used the dagger to cut the bedsheet, using it to tie the dagger to his ankle. He could deal with the rest the next day.

Initially Jarrett was angry that this woman dared to curse his brother!

But when he watched her bandage his ankle, somehow that anger dissipated.

When her head was lowered like that, there was a gentleness about her. But Jarrett was well aware that the moment she lifted her eyes, she was as sharp as a knife and very aggressive.

What a special woman...

"Ok done, you have one night to think about it."

Calista dusted off her hands and stood up. She took Jarrett's phone out from his jacket and keyed in her bank account number before throwing it back to him, then she wore the jacket over her bathrobe and looked at him tiredly.

"Please transfer $200,000 to my account first thing tomorrow. Also if Mr. Sinclair wants my medical services, I don't need a lot, just a million will do. If you've decided, you can transfer it at the same time."

Calista picked up her things and was ready to leave the room, so Jarrett asked, "It's so late, where do you think you're going?"

Calista turned back and glanced at Jarrett, and said sarcastically, "If not? Mr. Sinclair, I only provide medical services, not sexual services."

Jarrett was taken aback by this, but Calista walked out before he could react. He couldn't help but stroke his chin thinking, there were so many women who were more than happy to sleep with him, but this girl couldn't wait to leave. He had heard about how she loved Kallum more than anybody else, so was that why she had no feelings for other men?

The rain had stopped.

When Calista walked out, the night breeze carried some droplets of water, and the cold made her more clearheaded.

It had been more than thirty hours since she woke up in this new life, and she hadn't slept a wink...her body was now very tired.

What she didn't know was that a Bugatti Veyron was parked for a long time not far from the motel.

After leaving the police station, Kallum did not return to the office, but went to investigate what happened the year he had nearly drowned.

Nine years had passed and it was hard to find anything, so even though he was very angry, there was nothing he could do about it.

Kallum thought of clarifying directly with Mirabelle, but then he could only think of that moment when Calista kissed him, and how her eyes were full of sorrow, pain and despair, and he gave up that idea.

No...she had liked him for so many years, how could she bear to let him go?

So Kallum wanted to see Calista! This thought drove him to bang on the Staffords' door late at night, startling Yelena.

When Yelena heard that he was looking for Calista, she stuttered something like Calista often didn't come back the entire night and she didn't know where Calista was.

Kallum could see that she seemed to be hiding something, so he went ahead and checked the CCTVs along the street and found out that Calista had come back, but didn't go into the house, instead getting into Wyatt's car. Wyatt was very puzzled when he received Kallum's call - everyone knew Kallum didn't like to see Calista.

Wyatt thought, there was no harm in my telling him since Calista is his fiancée.

Besides, with Kallum around, I don't have to worry about Calista's safety.

So he told Kallum where Calista had got off and which motel she checked into.

But after Kallum had gone through all this trouble to rush here, he hesitated. What did he want with Calista?

Apologize? But the truth of the matter was still not clear, why should he apologize?

Then why was he here?

Kallum pulled his hair in frustration and sat in the car for more than an hour before finally deciding to just leave first and think through properly what he wanted to do before taking any further action.

But at this moment, Calista had emerged from the hotel, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe with a man's jacket over it!

In that instant, Kallum narrowed his eyes, anger welling up inside him.

He didn't even take a moment to think before hitting the accelerator, and screeched to a halt before Calista.

Calista felt that this car looked very familiar, because the car had an unforgettable beauty. But she also remembered that this car was ridiculously expensive, and in the whole of Horington, only one person had this car... When she thought of the car owner, she squinted her eyes and shuddered.

Kallum!

Kallum lowered his car windows and felt that the jacket on Calista was an eyesore! His handsome face tensed up, "Get in."

Calista laughed coldly, thinking to herself, this man must be nuts! She had already drawn the lines very clearly with him!

Calista continued walking, but of course, a human could never outrun a car.

"GET IN! Don't make me say it a third time!"

At this, Calista turned and glanced at

him. "Mr. Kallum, Didn't I make myself clear earlier? I've already backed out of the engagement, so we now have nothing to do with one another. Why should I get into your car?"

Kallum was pricked by her words. Since the night before, Calista was already behaving strangely. In the past, she would never have spoken to him like this. Could she have fallen for someone else?

Kallum's eyes fell on the jacket once

more and he shorted. "You think you can call off the engagement because you want to? Have the parents on both sides agreed? No, right? That means you're still my fiancée, and I'm telling you to get in the car!"

Calista laughed in her annoyance, her bright eyes gleaming coldly as she put her hands on the lowered car window, looking down at him "I've already returned the token of marriage to the Fairchilds, what else do you want? Can't you just get lost from me?"