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

it was Paisley who said

“Caldwell, tell me about some memorable funny moments

when you

Caldwell had a lot to

county executive officer of Garfield County, and the family of

poor and plagued by

personally led a team to drive away the

his mother

school, commuting daily with his grandfather,

his sister’s seventh year, when a bolt from the blue shattered

with other children outside the alley when she was snatched by strangers, along

two men, quickly fled in

children, terrified, hid and

night, when the Kirks and county administrator families began searching for their daughters and questioned the children they’d played with that day, that the abduction came

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 home once every two

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

of his search for Poly was the year he finally

hearts. The agony of losing a child was too

our home. In the first two years, due to

hope that one day Poly might remember her way home. Someone had to be there to wait

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