Her Rebirth of Retribution

"What are you talking about? Callie is my future daughter-in-law..."

Wanda was brimming with confidence about this. With a smile, she saw Benedict off. By the time she returned, Calista had already finished eating. "Where's Kallum?" Calista was a bit puzzled.

Wanda paused and said somewhat reproachfully, "Yesterday, Kallum accidentally destroyed part of the ancestral property. Now, he's talking about selling off the place. So, the other members of the Fairchild family came over this morning. They're upstairs." Calista was slightly stunned. Just yesterday, Kallum had unexpectedly blown up the place, causing not only financial loss but also discomfort among the other Fairchilds. After all, the significance of ancestral property was different from others, and Kallum was even planning to sell it now.

Though Kallum had complete control over the ancestral property, selling it off could lead others to believe there were financial issues within the Fairchild family. Naturally, Kallum would have to provide them with an explanation.

The excuse of accidentally blowing something up was rather dismissive, but it was indeed in line with Kallum's usual style. Moreover, the fact that he didn't mention her at all saved her a lot of trouble.

"Forget about him. I'm going to introduce you to someone."

Calista knew who she was meant to meet. Despite her resistance, she nodded in agreement.

Wanda led her into a room that was incredibly tranquil and brightly lit. In there, a man was engrossed in reading a book.

He appeared quite youthful, dressed in light-colored casual attire, complete with a beige knitted scarf. He looked much like a scholar.

"Hello, are you Calista? I'm Wilbur Sutton, your psychiatrist."

The moment he turned to look, he exuded a sense of serene tranquility and a hint of elegance.

Calista narrowed her eyes. "I'm Calista."

From the phrase "I am," one could discern that the two individuals possessed rather similar personalities. Upon seeing her, Wilbur raised an eyebrow in amusement.

Wanda said with a smile, "Even though Mr. Sutton is not that old, he is a renowned neurologist both domestically and internationally, as well as a psychologist. Callie... I hope you won't keep anything to yourself. Speak up, Mr. Sutton will surely help you..." She then pulled Calista aside and whispered, "It's okay if you don't like Mr. Sutton. I know other people. But Callie, don't think that seeing a psychologist means there's something wrong with you. In foreign countries, it's a common thing. Just have a casual chat with him, okay?" Seeing that Wanda's eyes were filled with worry, Calista simply nodded and tried her best to relax.

"Okay, thank you."

Calista's words brought a sense of relief to Wanda. She appeared to be a genuinely caring mother and was very thoughtful.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mr. Sutton is aware of the current affairs within the Fairchild family, as well as the state of your health and Kallum's. There's no need to hide anything. Just relax, okay?"

It seems that Wilbur is highly trusted by the Fairchild family...

Calista nodded. "Okay, I will definitely have a good chat with Mr. Sutton."

When the room fell silent once more, Calista took a seat opposite Wilbur. Wilbur smiled and said, "No need for formalities. We're just here to chat." ""About what?"

Sensing Calista's defensiveness, Wilbur responded with a smile, "Anything, as long as it's what you want to tell me."

His smile radiated a uniquely comforting and steady aura, as if nothing could go wrong by following him.

Calista wore a look of caution on her face. "What if I don't want to tell you anything?"

Wilbur raised an eyebrow slightly. "How about we try a different approach? You answer when I ask?"

"Can my answer be silence, or perhaps a lie?"

Wilbur's light brown eyes sparkled. "Of course. You have complete freedom with me. Shall we get started, then?"

"All right."

Wilbur nodded lightly, his tone casual as he asked, "Then here's the first question. Ms. Stafford, when was the last time you were intimate with a man?"

Calista looked at him calmly, seemingly unfazed and unbothered by his sudden question.

"Two years ago."

"Is that so?" Wilbur casually jotted down the words "super calm," a faint smile playing on his lips. "But the vibe you give off is as if you haven't let's say, let loose in over decade. It's very subtle, yet incredibly tense. You should know that a healthy sex life can help to alleviate stress, and you seem to be lacking in that department."

"Mm-hmm," Calista nodded, her demeanor serious as if she was genuinely considering his advice. This prompted Wilbur to raise his eyebrows once more. He found the girl before him unexpectedly interesting.

"So, onto the second question, do you have any friends?"

Calista furrowed her brows. She wanted to say yes, but a month or two after leaving school, she suddenly couldn't remember any of her classmates. She couldn't even recall the name of the girl who was

always around her at sor a

moment. It took her a

effort to

finally remember her name.

"Yes."

After observing the subtle change in her facial expressions, Wilbur intriguingly jotted down the words "emotional indifference."

"What would you do if your friend suddenly stopped contacting you? Or would you do nothing at all?"

"Everyone has their own life. If she no longer wishes to keep in touch with me, it means she no longer needs me. So why should I bother her?" Calista reasoned.