Chapter 112 The Lady Of The House
Truly, he was profoundly in love. This was a man who had always put his own needs first, but now, for the first time, he was acting in selfless <b>silence</b>.
Kallum never imagined a day when he would go to such lengths for someone else. He harbored a hope that if she ever felt let down by him, the news of his demise wouldn’t burden her with too much grief.
Calista, I truly like you.
Meanwhile, Calista <b>had </b>made her way to the Fairchild Manor.
Kallum was not at the hospital as anticipated; his injuries, while notable, were not severe enough to warrant continued hospitalization, so he was recuperating at home.
The journey there left Calista with a heavy feeling in her head. As if on cuc with her somber mood, the sky opened up<b>, </b>a gentle rain beginning to fall, which only intensified her feelings of feverishness.
The dreary, rainy weather carried with it the chill of early autumn, seeping coldly into the bones.
d in a stark white coat, Calista seemed even more delicate under the somber skies. Herplexion was ghostly pale as she stood at the entrance of the Fairchild Manor, her shoes noticeably ill–fitting.
Strangely, the usually bustling manor was now unsettlingly quiet<b>, </b><b>a </b>stark contrast to its usual liveliness.
As Calista approached, a security guard noticed her and moved to intercept her. However, she quickly slipped off a thumb ring.
“No need to announce me; I’ll go in myself!
Upon recognizing the ring <b>that </b>marked her as thedy of the house, the guard stepped aside, not daring to har her entry. The housekeepers they passed gave her odd, almost respectful nces. Calista found their
essions curious but pressed on to Kallum’s room without incident.
The manor was without the presence of Wanda and Ss, and it seemed unusually understaffed today.cking the usual bustling activity. Only a few older, more loyal housekeepers were in sight.
Has something happened to the Fairchilds?
Calista remembered, in her previous life, after Kallum’s return, he had been bedridden for months. Could it really be just a minor ailment? Why is he not in a hospital, but at home<b>? </b>Is Kallum doing okay?
With these questions swirling in her mind, Calista reached Kallum’s door, poised to knock. Yet, the sound of <b>a </b>woman’s voice inside halted her hand in mid–air.
“Kal, you’re truly incredible! I absolutely adore the Seventh Symphony by Valmont. I heard it was lost long ago. How did you manage to find it?”
Her hand, previously ready <b>to </b>knock, now clenched into a <b>fist </b>at her side, trembling slightly <b>as </b>she fought <b>to </b>contain her emotions.
The <b>same </b>gentle voice continued, seemingly unaware of the turmoil outside the door. “Kal, what’s wrong?
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you like, I’ll find it <b>for </b><b>you</b><b>.</b><b>”</b>
“You’re truly amazing, Kall” The woman’s voice was filled with joyful satisfaction. Even without seeing her, one could imagine her <b>blushing </b>with bashful happiness at her own words.
While Kallum spoke, he was inwardly <b>waiting</b>, hoping Calista would just leave. A bittersweet ache filled his heart, a mixture of sorrow and intensity, <b>as </b>he struggled to speak those words.
Let it be. Detest me, forget me. As long as I keep my distance, there’ll be no danger. And when I’m gone, she won’t feel <i>a </i>thing.
But Calista did <b>not </b>leave.
Though she wasn’t speaking, Kallum could feel her presence just outside the door.
He suddenly spoke again, addressing the other woman. “Mirabelle, I heard, you have a <b>thing </b>for me?”
Mirabelle was startled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. <i>Is </i>he really giving me a chance? I’ve been waiting for this moment for years! Is it finallying true?
“Kal…” Her voice was tinged with surprise but quickly shaded by mncholy. “What does it matter if I… if I like you, or if I don’t? You’re engaged to Callie, <b>and </b>she’s my good friend. I… I won’t interfere with you <b>two</b>. I wish you both well”
The words seemed to weigh heavily on her, embodying the struggle of wanting to avoid hurting a friend while suppressing her own feelings and extending her wishes for their happiness.
Another man might have felt pity or sympathy for her. However, Kallum felt only revulsion. Nheless, he had to maintain the facade.
“Feelings are selfish. If you had feelings for me, you should have fought for it. If you chose to give up because of Calista, then the title of thedy of the house–His words trailed off as an abrupt loud bang
rupted him.
The door flew open with a kick from Calista, whose temper seemed to be worsening, a newfound penchant for kicking doors evident.
Her damp, long hair <b>framed </b>her face, her frame pale and thin, but her eyes zed with a piercing cold re. A slight smile curved her red lips <b>as </b>she burst intoughter.
“What did you just say? I identally interrupted you, feel free to continue.”
“Callie!” Mirabelle gasped, taken <b>aback</b>. Though she had heard that Calista had changed, <b>this </b><b>was </b><b>far </b>beyond her expectations.
When Calista’s gaze swept over him, Kallum felt <b>as </b>if something sharp had grazed his <b>skin</b>, causing a sensation of <b>pain</b>.
Time apart had transformed Calista significantly.
However, Mirabelle was a woman of many talents and quickly adapted to the situation. Rushing over, she expressed concern, “Callie, are you <b>okay</b>? How <be </b>you’re all drenched? You could get sick!”
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