Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 252 You Cannot StopIn the calm, almost indifferent gaze of Calista, Owen perceived a madness and hatred mirroring his own inner turmoil. Suddenly, he understood that Calista was there to aid him. In fact, one could say that his progress that evening was due to the help of others. This realization brought him a sudden sense of relief. The only task left for him was to control Quincy.

Harvey was utterly baffled. There was a slight commotion among the journalists. It was clear that they too were clueless about what had transpired.

"When did I ever cause the ruin of your family-" Before Harvey could finish his sentence, Yelena cut him off.

"Quincy!" She had always been here, out of concern. When she saw Owen trying to harm Quincy earlier, she wanted to rush out but was restrained at the crucial moment. Only now was she released.

Upon seeing Yelena, tears welled up once again in Quincy's eyes, which had previously been dried out from crying. Among all these people, the only one she could rely on was Yelena.

Upon seeing Quincy, covered in blood and held hostage, Yelena could no longer contain her fury and roared at Harvey.

"What on earth are you doing? Are you deliberately trying to drive Quincy to her death? She's your only daughter! How could you be so heartless?" When she was first tied up, her captor didn't take her away. Instead, he intentionally let her witness how Harvey was gradually sacrificing Quincy. One could say that Yelena's anger had reached its peak.

One by one, people who shouldn't have shown up started to arrive. Harvey was repeatedly pushed back, his heart filled with panic and his breath short. In his desperation, he even considered faking an illness. Just as Harvey was about to faint, Calista suddenly let out a cold chuckle.

"Mr. Wolford, you'd better stick around. If you leave now, I might say something uncontrollable later, and you won't be able to stop me." With just a single sentence, she had Harvey so flustered that he felt like fainting. He leaned on his substantial belly, panting non-stop, and when he looked at Calista, his eyes held a hint of pleading.

"Ms. Stafford, I believe there was no animosity between us. The one who had a grudge with you was Sterling, but he's already dead! There's no resentment between us, so... could you... please spare me..." "Spare you? Mr. Wolford, since you can't seem to remember, allowto have a serious talk with you." Swinging her umbrella around, Calista addressed the reporters behind her. "I hope you all can show skindness toward us, the victims. As for tonight's events, all I'm seeking is punishment for the wrongdoers, not harm to the innocent." The underlying message was, that it would be in the reporters' best interest to write according to Calista's intention.

Although the reporters had been threatened, they were all eager to get into action. They had already keenly sensed that this was the rhythm of a major scoop. Beforthere were sreporters who were reluctant to come, but now, they were probably packed in so tightly that there was hardly room to move.

"Ms. Stafford, do you really have to go this far?" At that point, Harvey no longer had the tto pay attention to Yelena or Quincy. All he wanted was to get out of this d*mned place.

Upon seeing that Harvey was still only concerned about himself at this time, completely disregarding the life and death of Quincy, Yelena let out a scream. She seemed to have lost her mind, lunging to claw at Harvey's face. Out of the blue, Harvey was seized. In response, he forcefully pushed Yelena to the ground. If it hadn't been for this woman, would he have been driven to such a point today? Harvey glared at Yelena before shifting his gaze back to Calista. His eyes held a hint of pleading, making him appear as if he had aged a decade at that moment.

"Harvey! You scoundrel! This isn't what you promised me! If anything happens to Quincy, you'll have to answer to me!" Yelena was wailing on the ground, throwing a tantrum. Quincy was also making whimpering sounds, but at that moment, no one dared to cto her rescue. This was because Owen had almost jumped off With her in his arms just a moment ago. If anyone made a move, it could provoke Owen again, and she might really die.

Yelena was shouting loudly, but Harvey didn't even give her a glance. His entire focus was an hoping that Galista would let him off the hook. "Ms. Stafford," he pleaded, "if we can be friends, why should we be enemies?" Calista chuckled softly. "So, are you begging for mercy then?" She tilted her head. "But you and Yelena deceived my father for eighteen years. Are we just going to let this go?" Harvey's heart sank. As he had feared, Calista had indeed figured out that it was he who had orchestrated Yelena to frBenedict all those years ago. But after so much thad passed, how could he possibly admit to it? Harvey's face, lined with hardened features, quivered slightly as he forced a smile. "Ms. Stafford, I believe there's a huge

misunderstanding here. You're aware of my situation. The doctor om practically handeda death m sentence. It's highly unlikely forto NO have children! So even if Yelena and I had a past, I don't believe that the child she's carrying is mine. It just so happens that she and your father... It's quite normal for her to think that the child is your father's."

He licked his plump lips, his expression sincere and earnest. "So, it wasn't that I intentionally ignored Quincy. You know, Lonly have this! one child! I had known back then that Yelena was carrying my child, I would have been over the moon!" Calista glanced at Yelena. "Are you saying the sthing too? Harvey didn't deliberately deny Quincy.

Rather, you made a mistake yourself, didn't you?" Although Yelena was infuriated, she was fully aware that she had to accept this excuse for the sake of Quincy's reputation, even if it meant being scolded. Thus, while glaring at Harvey, she spoke resentfully through her tears.