Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 75 Nowhere To Vent Anger Before Jarrett could say anything, Kallum suddenly started laughing, and laughed louder and louder. He looked at Calista as if he was extremely proud of her. "Silly girl." He took Calista's hand in his, as if he was pulling her out of a twisted universe.

Calista was stunned for a while and looked hard at Kallum.

But he didn't look at her. Instead he looked down and carefully massaged her hand.

"You've never fired a gun before, doesn't your hand hurt? If you want to shoot someone or something, telland I'll help you shoot!" There was a twinkle in his eye as he gently massaged her hand.

"I'm a really sharp shooter. No bullets are wasted in my hands." Quintus had a weird expression on his face as he stood behind Kallum.

Mr. Kallum! Quintus thought to himself, you can't spoil your fiancée like that! Ms. Calista has fired a shot at Jarrett! Not just any rat on the street, but Jarrett! Instead of thinking about how to clean this mess up, you're worried about Ms. Calista hurting herself! So what if you're a sharp shooter? In ancient Chanaea you would have been like a playful prince bringing harm to his own country! Quintus looked at the forces he was up against and cursed himself. Calista had injured the head of the clan in his own house and Kallum was still saying crazy things! He told himself that next the'd better bring more people if they had to visit someone else's house because he couldn't fight so many all by himself! Calista finally snapped back to reality. She looked strangely at her own hand, at hen followed the trail of blood to Jarrett.

She had calmed down considerably, and she now looked at Jarrett as if he was a stranger. Jarrett suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He had a feeling that Calista wasn't going to look for him first thing the next tshe needed help.

His actions earlier had pushed Calista away, and given her personality, she would not allow him to go close to her again.

For sreason, this thought made him nearly stop breathing.

He was still bleeding, and a man in black behind Jarrett finally cracked open his mouth, "Mr. Jarrett..." He wanted to know if they could shoot or not. They couldn't touch Kallum, but since this woman had cin to create trouble, if they let her go now, it would be hard to keep their standing in this house. Jarrett closed his eyes. "Let them go!" Nobody moved. This woman had shot at the master of the house and they had to let her go? Kallum smiled, shot Jarrett a cold stare, and then pulled Calista towards the exit confidently, as if nothing had happened.

Even though Callie had avenged herself on the spot, he hadn't forgotten how Jarrett had nearly killed her! He was going to get back at him in due time! The anger from Kallum made everyone make way for him. If they had to shoot, they could only shoot at Calista, because the Sinclairs couldn't afford to offend the Fairchilds.

But even though they were the ones who let them go, they felt as if they were the ones who had offended both Kallum and the person who could save Ambrose.

After they had left, Jarrett felt like he had suddenly lost all strength and nearly collapsed.

"Mr. Jarrett! Why don't you dress your wounds first?" He had bled a lot! Another underling was smart enough to have called another doctor over, but Jarrett walked away towards Ambrose instead.

After all that commotion, he had heard nothing and was still in deep sleep. His sweet sleeping face was still pink and full of life, unlike in the past, where he looked like he might never wake up again. "You, cand take a look at Ambrose," Jarrett pointed at the new young doctor, and the doctor quickly cto check Ambrose.

The more he checked, the more surprised he became. Ambrose's heart had becmuch stronger than before, and his vitals were much better than before.

He excitedly reported, "Mr. Jarrett! Mr. Ambrose is much better than before. I'm sure he will recover after a few more rounds of treatment!" Before this, Jarrett would have been overcwith joy upon hearing such words.

But now when he thought of that cold look in Calista's eyes before she left, his heart hurt and he frowned deeply. The doctor thought that Jarrett reacted this way because he was in pain. When he arrived, he only heard that Jarrett had been shot but he didn't dare to ask who had the gall to shoot Jarrett in his own house, and minded his own business as he asked, "Mr. Jarrett, I'll help you remove the bullet?" Jarrett pushed his hand away and looked coldly at Carl who still hoped to live, and the older doctor who was frightened half to death. "So this is what you meant by saying my brother was on the verge of dying?" Jarrett's serious voice also carried sviciousness, ready to kill this old doctor anytime. If this man hadn't spouted nonsense, he wouldn't have been so agitated and nearly kill Calista. "Quite apparently, you've seen the prescription, and you were hoping to see Ambrose die." That cold voice made it hard to tell what Jarrett was thinking, and the doctor immediately knelt on the floor.

"It's all Carl's fault! He was the one who instigated me! I'll tell you everything! Mr. Jarrett, please don't kill me..." Jarrett snorted coldly, "If I let you off, who will letoff?" Nobody understood what he meant, but Jarrett calmly turned away.

"Drag them out and break their limbs before interrogation!" said Jarrett as he took a handkerchief from another underling to stop the bleeding.

"After you get answers, pull their tongue out." He laughed coldly, "That's their punishment for trying to malign others. Keeping it around would only do them harm." "Yes... Mr. Jarrett." All the subordinates were tense - it had been a long tsince Jarrett had meted out such severe punishment.

After coming out of the Sinclairs' house, Calista's feelings were very confused.

She had taken revenge on the man who broke her hand, and since Carl had betrayed Jarrett, he would meet a terrible end for sure. But why did she feel so cold? She was very happy when she had first taken revenge, but after that feeling of happiness passed, she was left with nothing but coldness in her heart. Kallum was now wiping Calista's hands with a wet handkerchief. "Carl said that Quincy instigated him, why didn't you wait for him to finish talking before taking action?" "What's there to say?" There was a glint in Calista's eyes as she said coldly, "It doesn't matter whether it's Carl or Quincy, I won't let either of them off."

It was silent in the car, and Quintus was terrified as he was driving, m thinking that he must never offend Calista. Ms. Calista was now a woman who could even simply shoot at a Sinclair! Kallum didn't expect Calista to hate Quincy so much, so he couldn't help but ask, "What did Quincy do to you?" When he thought about Sterling's strange behavior, he quickly threw in a reminder, better not do anything too overboard to Quincy. She seems to have sconnection with the Wolfords. If she does anything, telland I'll settle it for you." Calista snorted, "Of course I know her connection with the Wolfords." A cold glint flashed across her eyes. "In fact, if it wasn't for Sterling, Quincy would be ruined by now!" This matter made her very annoyed, so Calista closed her eyes and didn't want to think about it anymore.

Kallum suddenly felt great pity for her when he saw her behaving like this. He pressed a button and continued asking after the screen went up, "Calista, what have you gone through? You're completely different from before." His direct questioning made Calista open her eyes violently, and looked like an animal ready to maul her attacker!