A Female Alpha’s Revenge

Chapter 518

Third Person’s POV

Caldwell glanced at her, somewhat hurt. “Don’t say that. I’d never learned how to make one before. This was my first time.”

“The back’s all burned black,” Paisley said, turning the rabbit doll in her hands. “Actually, the whole doll is black. You must have touched it up with paint. Did you keep repainting it?”

Caldwell said a bit embarrassedly, “It kept fading, so I had to keep repainting it. I haven’t touched it up in the past two or three years, but I’m sure she’ll recognize it.”

“Alright then,” Paisley said, glancing at Adelaide.

Adelaide turned her face away, only to meet Lance’s passionate gaze.

Without thinking, Lance blurted out, his voice tinged with joy, “It’s as special as your scarf back then.”

Paisley snorted, “That’s what I was thinking.”

Craig immediately came to Adelaide’s defense, “No one can be good at everything. Adelaide’s the most talented one in the Warscar Training Camp. Why don’t you show us your special talents or any exceptional skills you have?”

With that, he cast a cold glance at Lance.

Lance was taken aback–for

het called it

Paisley who

“Caldwell, tell me

sister had when

memories, Caldwell had a

father was the county executive officer of Garfield County,

and plagued by chaos

drive away the rogues, restoring peace to

mother gave

grandfather, a local schoolteacher, was overjoyed. At seven, Caldwell started school, commuting daily with his grandfather, which meant he spent a

happy and content until his sister’s seventh year, when a bolt from the

had been playing with other children outside the alley when she was snatched by strangers,

men, quickly fled

other children, terrified, hid and

and county administrator families began searching for their daughters and questioned the children they’d played

passed, and the kidnappers were long gone. No one knew which direction they had taken, and even if

mother wept day and night. My father resigned from his post and set out with two servants to search for her, only returning

sole support of the family. When my grandmother passed away, my father was still out searching. He didn’t return

for Poly was the

heavy hearts. The agony of losing

forever banished from our home. In the first two years, due to my grandfather’s and mother’s poor health, I brought them to

Garfield County. He always held on to hope that one day Poly might remember her way home. Someone had to be there to