Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 308 Breaking His Legs As An Apology "Enough," Calista declared sharply, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture as she sat elegantly on the couch, her legs crossed and her tone frosty. "I'm not interested in observing how you discipline your child. Jason and Quincy conspired against me. Were it not for Kallum's timely intervention, and frankly, a good dose of luck, I would have lost it all. Even if I had managed to survive, my reputation would be in shreds, my marriage would be in jeopardy, and let's not forget..." Her voice trailed off as she sported a mischievous grin and gently patted her stomach, "Have you all forgotten? I am carrying a child, you know." Titus was visibly taken aback by her revelation. Had Calista not mentioned it, he might have completely overlooked such a crucial detail! Kallum, with a slight lift of his chin, looked disdainfully upon them. "Had it not been for my swift action in catching Callie, she would've hit the ground, and we would've lost this child. This positions Jason as the culprit in an attempted murder against the future heir of my family! And you dare to dismiss this with a mere punishment?" Titus' forehead was slick with sweat that seemed never to stop. The Wendells, relying on the business ties between their families and a general disregard for the sanctity of a woman's life, didn't deem ruining a woman's life a significant transgression. But an attempt on the heir of the Fairchild family? That was a grievous misstep.. At that moment, Jason burst out laughing. "Ha! A child? Kallum, you think you can fool anyone with that line, like my idiot father?" He squinted maliciously at Calista. "Ms. Stafford's a virgin, isn't she? Even if not, she's hardly been involved in adult matters. You claim she's pregnant? That's utterly absurd. Is she pregnant on her first try?" Dealing with Jason, a notorious womanizer, had its pitfalls. Seeing Calista enter that secret room, utterly unfazed by the scandalous sights within, he was convinced of her naivety. The notion of her being pregnant seemed utterly preposterous to him.

He couldn't resist taunting Kallum further. "But Kallum, are you impotent? Such a beautiful woman and you could resist not making a move?" Kallum's face turned terrifying in an instant, his anger palpable.

"Shut up!" Titus, seeing Kallum's reaction, lost his patience. Whether Calista was actually pregnant was beside the point. The Fairchild family had declared the existence of a child, and that fact alone complicated things significantly.

"Mr. Kallum, as you can see, my son is a complete idiot! I implore you not to stoop to his level. Whatever happened this time, our family will take full responsibility. I-I am prepared to offer Neptune Residences in Horington as compensation-" "Enough!" Kallum cut him off abruptly, his face tight with anger. "We don't need your money. He tried to harm my child; shouldn't his life be the price?" Kallum's statement hung in the air like a death sentence for Jason, who was oblivious, one moment admiring the room's décor, the next gazing at Calista, naively believing that Titus could smooth things over.

Calista, thinking about how Jason would eventually self-destruct, intervened to stop Kallum. "We don't him to pay with his life, but that night, Mr. Jason wanted to break my legs and humiliate me! However, I'm not unreasonable. If he is willing to break his own legs in front of me, we can consider this matter settled..." "Callie?" Kallum looked puzzled. Calista gestured for him to remain calm, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she watched Titus' reaction.

"Break my leg? Do you think you, the daughter of sthird-rate family, are worthy?" Jason, clearly lacking any sense of impending danger, challenged. If Kallum actually permitted Calista's demand, it mean antagonizing the entire Wendell family. They had close business ties; antagonizing them would mean significant losses. Jason was convinced Kallum wouldn't make such a detrimental decision.

"Shut your trap!" Titus scolded him for the second time, frustration and helplessness etched across his face as he turned pleadingly to Kallum. "Mr. Kallum... I had this son late in life, when I was forty, I..." Kallum, thinking Calista too lenient, scoffed. "Even a broken leg can heal, and besides, don't you have another son?" Jason, now truly alarmed, took a step back. "Hey! Kallum, you're not serious, are you?" But his question was met only with icy stares from everyone around him. It was at this moment that Jason truly felt the fear of being in hot water.

Titus, desperately searching Kallum's face for a sliver of mercy, found none. Calista's demands, it seemed, were far too lenient for him. Kallum looked as if he genuinely wanted Jason to pay with his life.

Titus' hand clenched and then relaxed before he pleaded, "Mr. Kallum, must it really cto this?"

With a cold chuckle, Kallum gestured.

Instantly, Quintus stepped forward with an iron rod "Do you want to do than ir or shall my men assist you?" Upon hearing this, Jason leapt up. "Kallum! We live under the rule of law now, how can you treatlike this? This is lynching! I'll report you!"

Before he could finish, Titus suddenly picked up the iron rod and, with a om brutal swing, struck him. With a crisp crack, Jason fell to his knees, clutching his leg and wailing in agony. "Dad! W-Why did you hit me? Calista is fine!" "Insolent fool!" Titus inhaled deeply, his hands trembling, yet when he glanced at Kallum, his gaze was as icy as ever.

Kallum was not Silas. While Silas was a man who was swift and decisive, yet possessed many friends, O in possessed influenced by the teachings of the former head of their family, Kallum was decidedly different.