Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 226 Where Is Quincy a merciless revenge, or should I allow him a swift and less painful demise? Calista couldn't suppress a chuckle, realizing the twisted irony of her situation. In her previous life, Sterling and Quincy had tormented her relentlessly for three years at the research center. Now, the tables had turned tically, with Sterling at her mercy. Should I exact At the stime, Sterling was summoned for a private meeting. "Dad..." When Sterling entered the room, he resembled a junkie who had overdosed. His cheeks were hollow, his appearance drastically declined within just a few days. Whether this alarming deterioration was due to psychological torment or the virus' toll was unclear. Harvey sat across him, separated by a protective barrier, his eyes icy as he scrutinized Sterling, assessing what little value he might still possess.

"I cto let you know," Harvey began coldly, "even though you managed to bite Kallum, he's recovered. He was administered an antibody shot, and his fever has already subsided. If all continues to go well, he might just survive this ordeal as one of the fortunate few." Initially, Sterling's expression was vacant, but it shifted tically at Harvey's words. His face twisted into a mask of terror.

"This can't be possible!" His disbelief exploded as he slammed his hands against the glass, his voice escalating into a desperate shout. "I don't believe this!" Harvey instinctively leaned back as Sterling approached, his expression tightening in a mixture of fear and caution. "Calm down!" But how could Sterling calm down? Internally, he was in turmoil, bordering on madness. He had risked everything to eliminate an enemy, only to discover his target was unharmed. The irony was maddening. Sterling clutched at his chest, feeling as though he was about to cough up blood once more.

During these past few days, coughing up blood had beca grimly ironic routine for him. Although he felt no pain-whether from numbness or actual freedom from discomfort-his body was betraying him, growing frailer each day, making his existence worse than death. Harvey noticed Sterling's troubled state but pressed on, knowing the questions that needed asking. "I conly to inquire about something specific-where is Quincy? Did you have her kidnapped?" A few days ago, Yelena had been calling him relentlessly, worried because Quincy seemed to have vanished, presumably taken by the Wolfords. Yelena, fearful of making waves, had merely sought Harvey's assistance. Harvey, having never engaged in kidnapping, vividly recalled Sterling's spiteful comments from their last confrontation. Thus, he had leveraged his contacts to arrange today's meeting.

"You cto seejust to askthis?" Sterling asked, his voice laced with bitterness.

He realized Harvey hadn't cto rescue or comfort him; he was here solely for his missing daughter. At this, Sterling's eyes reddened with a mixture of rage and despair.

Harvey scoffed at the sight of his godson, "Look at you, teetering on the brink of death. What difference does it make whether I save you or not? Even if you die, the chaos you've caused remains! Because of your actions, I've had to dissolve two subsidiaries just to stabilize the situation. You've not only causedsignificant financial losses but also drawn the ire of the Fairchilds. And despite your promises, you've failed to settle your debts and even contracted the K Virus!" Harvey's long-held resentments poured out, his speech fueled by Sterling's powerless state. However, he didn't lose focus on his daughter's whereabouts.

"I didn't chere to point fingers, especially given your current state. I just need to know, what did you do with Quincy? Where have you hidden her?" Harvey pressed. When Sterling remained silent, head bowed, Harvey played his final card. "If you hand her over to me, I'll arrange a comfortable place for you to spend your final days." This offer was a blatant lie. Harvey had no intention of extending any real assistance to a man he deemed worthless. His true motive was to uncover Quincy's location.

Nevertheless, Sterling knew the man standing before him all too well. Harvey's heart was as dark as the night, his soul filled with deceit, yet his cunning was unparalleled, always clinging tightly to his core interests.

"I won't tell you," Sterling responded with a deep, resonant voice. "Because, as I've said before, I plan to ensure that you have no descendants to carry on your name." Harvey's face contorted in anger.

Sterling pointed at him and burst

into mocking taughter. "I'll end your lineage for abandoning and using me! You want to discardnow? Fine! Take your wealth to the grave. I'll make sure that even in death, you'll be utterly alone."

A twitch ran across Harvey's face as he stood, his voice darkening. "Do you think I'm out of options?" Despite the Challenge, with Sterling's condition, the only path forward for his subordinates was to side with Harvey.

one Harvey stood up, his stomach protruding, looking down on Sterling from a superior stance. "Since you chose to do it the hard way, I guess you'll be drawing your final breath here," he declared.

With that, he walked out, determined to exploit Sterling's butler to gradually infiltrate Sterling's network. While it might take time, as long as the leads were alive, he was confident he could uncover Quincy's whereabouts.