Dear Ex Your Request For A Reunion Is Rejected novel Chapter 58

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Chapter 58

Astrid’s voice didn’t carry the slightest hint of warmth.

Calista frowned. It was clear how unhappy Astrid was with her. “Come over right I need to talk to you.”

“Fine,” Calista replied just before Astrid hung up on her.

Calista took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Sometimes, she wondered if she really was Astrid’s biological daughter.

If Astrid disliked her so much, then why bother bringing Calista back to the Marchand family in the first place?

“Ms. Marchand, Mrs. Marchand is waiting for you. You’d better hurry.”

The housekeeper had clearly been eavesdropping. Hearing Calista get scolded, she could barely hide the smirk tugging at her lips.

Calista glanced at her. So this was what a petty person looked like when they thought they’d won.

She couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. After all, Astrid was still waiting for her at the hospital. If she were to show up late, she’d

surely get another scolding.

She hailed a cab, and following Astrid’s instructions, made her way to the second floor of the hospital.

“What is it?”

“Take these. Elia still has a few more tests she has to get done. I have to head downstairs to collect her reports and settle some payments. I really can’t handle everything on my own. Just stay here and take good care of her, got it?”

Astrid was just about to make her way out when Calista finally snapped back to her senses.

“What did you say? Take care of who?” Calista met her gaze. Just as she said this, Ophelia was led into the room by a nurse.

Ophelia was usually full of energy, but now she looked completely drained, and her face was ghastly pale.

“Elia, quickly sit down and rest.” The moment Astrid saw Ophelia, all hostility melted from her face, and her expression softened with

warmth and tenderness.

Calista watched the scene before her with a cold, detached gaze.

She had never dared to hope that Astrid would treat her the way she treated Ophelia. But now, witnessing their affectionate display, she couldn’t help but feel that the Marchand family was downright cruel.

“Calista, there aren’t many tests left–perhaps just a few more. You’d better not screw anything up.” Astrid’s tone was no different from how she usually ordered the maids around at home.

“Take care of her yourself. If you really can’t manage, hire a caregiver.” Calista immediately turned her down. She truly couldn’t stand being in the same room as Ophelia.

“What did you just say?” Astrid’s expression darkened, her smile instantly fading.

“Mom, forget it. I’ll be fine on my own.” Ophelia didn’t make things difficult, but her indifferent demeanor made it hard not to think she was enjoying the show.

“Elia, just rest. You don’t need to worry about anything else. It’s my fault for not raising her properly,” Astrid said gently before turning to Calista. “I haven’t been teaching you right, but I’ll fix that today. Calista, Elia ended up like this because of Fenwick Group’s mess.”

Astrid was about to launch into a full–blown lecture, but Calista seemed completely calm and unbothered, as if nothing could stir her emotions.