Chapter 330 Have You Missed Me?
In that split second, Vivian quickly averted her gaze as if repulsed by him when their eyes met.
“If you don’t do as I’ve told you, don’t bother to show up in front of me again.”
She absently touched the stiff cast on her leg, the anesthesia still numbing the pain. A trace of determination flickered in Vivian’s eyes as she clutched the bedsheet tightly.
With a broken leg, she decided to make the most of her situation. The man remained tight–lipped, lowered
his gaze, and fixed on her emotionlessly.
“Do you
you want to marry him?” he asked.
“Yes, I do. Or would you rather I marry you? Get out of here right now, or I won’t think twice about letting my father know what you’ve been up to behind his back.”
On the other hand, Calista was hanging out in Yara’s shop.
“Is Vivian completely out of her mind? You weren’t the one responsible for her injury. What’s with her attitude? Just because she saved you, does that mean you must play nursemaid in the hospital, doing all
her chores?‘ Yara exclaimed.
Calista propped her chin up with her hand, lazily listening to Yara’s passionate rant.
“You’ve been complaining for the whole morning. Aren’t you tired?” Calista chuckled.
Vara snorted, “No kidding. I even considered heading to the hospital to give her a piece of my mind. She’s
getting everyone riled up online.”
This morning, a picture of Vivian lying alone in a hospital bed had circulated widely.
The picture showed her in the same filthy outfit from the accident, wrestling to hold onto her lunch box as
she ate with her head lowered.
The hospital’s unforgiving fluorescent lights harshly lit up her blood–stained and dirty attire, and a gloomy filter had been applied to the picture, creating a sad and mournful scene.
In the comments section, a wave of internet trolls criticized Calista for her ingratitude.
They shared videos of the accident scene where Vivian had pushed Calista, explaining to the confused
netizens what had happened.
“People nowadays can be so ungrateful. I’ve decided not to help others just for the heck of it, it’s all about looking but for yourself and living a good life. Otherwise, if you end up injured, your family is left holding
“And she claims to be a conservator? But she’s got no morals. It’s downright embarrassing,” another
commented.
Calista observed Yara lowering her head, her fingers swiftly moving across the screen.
Curiosity piqued, she inquired, “What are you up to?”
“I’m giving these bunch of hypocrites a piece of my mind. They don’t know anything but keep blabbering nonsense online. They’ve never made any real contributions to society, yet they stand on the moral high ground and criticize others.”
Calista found herself at a loss for words.
She gave Yara a thumbs–up and asked, “Has Jamie’s situation been resolved?”
“Yeah. I brought Timothy along and showed him off to those folks,” Yara responded, her typing speed picking up as she discussed the matter.
“They backed off from their complaint after that. Jamie learned his lesson. He’ll think twice before acting impulsively in the future.
Yara’s tone suggested that she was manipulating Timothy to achieve her goal.
Calista raised an eyebrow and inquired, “Aren’t you worried that Timothy might hear this?”
Yara waved her hand with determination and retorted, “I don’t care if he hears it. We won’t be on speaking
terms from now on.”
Yara reluctantly reached out to Timothy to widen her social circle and secure a reliable ally for
challenging times
However, it soon became clear that this pursuit was not worth continuing, largely due to Timothy’s bad temperament She was eager to distance herself from him.
Yara paused typing and continued, “By the way, have you been in contact with Hector recently? I haven’t heard about any upcoming missions or anything. But why can’t I reach him?”
Calista furrowed her brow and asked, “Can’t reach him? What do you mean?”
“He turned off his phone.” Yara explained
Seeing that Calista was also in the dark about Hector’s situation, Yara reassured her, “Perhaps something unexpected came up. Given his profession, he might resurface in a couple of days.”
Hector had vanished for as long as six months before, so Yara wasn’t overly alarmed. She casually inquired about his whereabouts to Calista without much thought.
Moreover, the continued silence from the Calloway family contributed to her sense of ease.
if something had gone awry with Hector, the Calloway family would likely have caused quite a commotion by now. Calista shared the same sentiment as Yara.
After parting
rting ways with Yara, Calista felt a sudden urge to call Hector. If Yara hadn’t brought Hector up. Calista might not have realized that she hadn’t seen or heard from him in quite some time.
“Sorry, but the number you dialed is currently unavailable,” a robotic voice announced.
Calista raised an eyebrow and scrolled to the bottom of her contacts, where she found another number.
Hector gave her this number a while back without explanation. He had just told Calista to call this number
if she missed him.
Hector had always been so laid–back and carefree in his conversations, which made it nearly impossible
to gauge his sincerity.
As the call went through, Calista remained skeptical. But then, she heard that familiar, lazy drawl on the
other end of the line.
–
It was the same tone she had always associated with Hector relaxed and devoid of formality, Calista
knew she had successfully tracked Hector down.
Hector’s voice echoed from the other end of the line, “Calista, have you missed me?”
Calista hesitated, convinced that it was Hector speaking rather than an Al–generated voice.
“Yara mentioned she hadn’t seen you in ages, and your number is unreachable. She’s genuinely worried
that something might have happened to you.”
Hector let out a faint, tired chuckle punctuated by a few low coughs.
“Heh. I did find myself in a bit of a pickle,” he said.
“What happened?” she asked.
Hector didn’t divulge what had happened but instead gave Calista an address.
“Come by yourself, Hector instructed.
The address he provided led to an aged residential building nestled within the intricate labyrinth of old
own abuyways. The sun blazed in the sky, casting searing rays upon the ground.
There wasn’t a soul in sight in the building lobby, and vehicles couldn’t access the area. Calista sto the hall, her gaze fixed on the weathered walls.
“I’m here downstairs, on the seventh floor?” she asked.
“Yeah. The key is under the doormat,” Hector confirmed.
Despite what it was called, the seventh floor turned out to be the rooftop. The evil landlord had covered it with corrugated iron roofing, converting it into a makeshift rented space.
Calista ascended the stairs, gasping for breath, unable to stand up straight. She paused momentarily. plucked the key from the dusty doormat, and unlocked the door.
The room was cramped, with just a single living area, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Calista cautiously
peered inside and spotted Hector lying on the bed.
He looked into her eyes, and a calm yet playful smile appeared on his lips. Any lingering doubts that Calista had harbored vanished at the sight of Hector. She frowned and hurried over to him.
“What happened to you?” she asked.
Knowing Hector’s nature, he wouldn’t be lounging like this and casually conversing unless something was
amiss.
Moreover, the room was in disarray, with takeout containers and empty water bottles strewn about, a far
cry from Hector’s usual military precision.
Before he could respond, Calista already had her answer when she reached his bedside, her brow tightly
furrowed.
“What on earth…
