Chapter 292 Past Memories


    “How does Callie sound?<b>”</b>


    An elegant elderlydy held a book, her demeanor devoid of any impatience, looking just like ady from a distinguished family.


    Pointing to a line, she adjusted her reading sses and began slowly, “The embodiment of beauty, a vision fair and bright. How about Calista? Calista, Callie, rolls off the tongue.”


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    An elderly man practicing calligraphy at the side nodded. With a swift movement of his hand, he wrote the word “Calista” on the parchment paper. “Perfect! It’s decided, then!”


    He beckoned at the little girl at the side, who was only about one or two years old. “Come here, honey bun. From now on, this will be your name!”Content held by N?velDrama.Org.


    The little girl was just as adorable as a honey bun, her cute, rounded face radiating pure innocence. She walked over clumsily.


    Calista had an exceptional memory from a young age. She could vividly recall events from when she was only over a year old. She even remembered the color of the clothes her grandfather wore that day. She also remembered it was a beautiful and warm morning, with lovely sunlight filtering through the maple tree forest to stream into the house’s courtyard.


    Her grandmother covered her mouth as <b>she </b>chuckled. “I hope that young man from the Fairchild family will treat my honey bun with the same affection as her name suggests in the future, cherishing her as his brightest and most beloved possession.”


    Perhaps that was also her greatest wish when she chose the name Calista.


    The scenes kept shifting, transitioning from her tender childhood to adolescence and adulthood. However, the further it progressed, the more terrifying it became. When the two elderly people who cherished her dearly passed away, it was as if she was also forgotten, bing someone superfluous.


    The scenes grew increasingly terrifying until she began to feel terrified, cry, and run away.


    This shouldn’t be happening! <i>I’m </i>supposed to… supposed to <i>be </i>treated as the most precious and beautiful possession… This isn’t my <i>fate</i>! Perhaps all I need to do is to endure this period, and it’ll pass. That must be it…


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    <b>But </b>she soon realized that the more she persisted and refused to ept her fate, the crueler the world seemed to treat her.


    Every time she found herself in a desperate situation, she dared not give up because she knew that the <b>moment </b>she allowed herself to sumb to despair, it would be the end of her for real.


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    But despite my refusal to give up, why do I still end up in a desperate situation? <i>Why</i>?


    A tear slipped out from the corner of her eye, promptly silencing the crowd around Calista. Kallum’s heart abruptly clenched. He reached out and carefully touched that single tear, yet felt as if it were moltenva. It didn’t <b>just </b>scorch his hand but also burned a gaping hole in his heart.


    “What’s going on?”


    Some of those present inexplicably swung their gazes to <b>Shaun </b><b>because </b>they had never seen Calista shed a


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    Chapter 292 Past Memories


    In times past, when <i>the </i>pain was even greater than it is now, she never <i>shed </i><i>a </i>tear. So, why did she <i>suddenly </i>cry today?


    Moreover, everyone’s heart softened following her tears. They even began to entertain the idea that the experiment should not continue. Seeing her in distress, their conscience stung faintly.


    Previously, when she was indifferent, they could still avoid thinking about it. But now that she cried, it felt as if all their strength had been drained away, leaving them unable to continue with their work.


    Kallum felt much more distressed than anyone there. The moment Calista started crying, his eyes also turned red–rimmed. However, he knew that her <b>tears </b>were not due to pain but because she was dreaming. The movement of her eyes indicated that she was still in her dream, experiencing a scene of despair, leading to her crying.


    If possible, Kallum truly wished he could enter her dream and alter its course, yearning to protect her thoroughly.


    “What… did I do wrong?”


    I was just gifted, but <i>I </i>was exploited and milked by Quincy. <i>I </i>was merely betrothed through an arranged marriage<i>, </i><i>yet </i>Mirabelle was consumed by jealousy and sabotaged me. I only wasn’t willing to sacrifice <i>myself </i>to prolong someone <i>else’s </i>life, <i>yet </i><i>I </i>was hunted down. All I wanted… was to escape<i>, </i><i>yet </i><i>I </i>was caught, <i>injected </i>with a virus, <i>and </i>reduced to a mere test subject devoid of human rights….


    Throughout her life, she was constantly on the run. However, her nightmares were endless. Countless times, she gearned deep within her heart for someone to lend her a hand.


    She didn’t aspire to be treated as the most precious and beautiful possession or cherished<b>. </b>All she desired was someone to lend her a hand and give her a moment’s respite.


    The intermittent muttering by Calista in her dream made Kallum grip her hand even tighter.


    “Callie! You did nothing wrong! It was all their fault! Would you please wake up? I’ll treat you well. I’ll treat <b>you </b>well for the rest of my life, always only be good to you and you alone!”


    “Liar.”


    Suddenly, Calista opened her eyes. Her pupils contracted slightly, and lingering fear from her dream remained in the depths of them, but her voice had already calmed.


    In this world, there’s no such thing as redemption, only equivalent exchange. Emotions are merely a supplement built on this principle of that. In reality, only interests matter. In <i>other </i>words, emotions are unnecessary. Since escape is not an option, <i>I’ll </i>seize the initiative in this lifetime, utilizing all avable resources to turn the tables <b>on </b>them!


    Kallum was taken aback by her suddenly gloomy gaze, a strong sense of unease surging from his chest. Even as his fingers were inteced with hers at that moment, he felt an immense distance between them, <b>so </b>much so that he began to doubt whether she truly loved him as deeply as he thought.


    “Thank goodness! You’re finally awake!” Bowen let out a long sigh of relief. “If you had remained unconscious, I think <b>my </b>heart might have stopped<b>.</b><b>”</b>


    The sole female expert was ovee with emotion, tears streaming down her face. “You’ve suffered so much… It’s such a relief that you’ve woken up.