Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 171 The Perfect Cover

Calista was a bit dazed by his words, and it seemed she didn't quite understand. She pursed her lips, insisting on her point, yelling, "You don't like me!"

"You!" Kallum glared at her, only to see her looking back at him defiantly, her eyes red and sparkling, much like a stubborn little beast. Why am I even bothering to argue with a little drunkard?

Kallum let out a sigh, deciding to sidestep the topic. "What did you bring me here for? The house has been burnt down, and there's nothing left. What do we do now?"

With her lower lip caught between her teeth, Calista muttered a few words and led him further up the hill. To their surprise, they stumbled upon a small cave in the hillside, into which she promptly crawled.

Kallum found it amusing. As a child, Calista was raised by her grandparents, a pair of traditional old folks. They brought her up just like an ancient maiden, with rules and expectations for every word and action. It was hard to imagine that she had such a secret hideout when she was little.

Upon entering, a variety of items were scattered on the ground. There were worn-out rag dolls, little dresses adorned with lace, and so on. Meanwhile, Calista was rummaging through the stuff on the floor.

"Is this where you spent your childhood?" he asked.

Without looking back, Calista responded, "Yeah, my grandpa didn't like it when I played with dolls, nor did he approve of me wearing those short dresses..." Kallum suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her. As a child, she had to learn so much, her days were filled with exhaustion, and she had little time to herself. "Well... Do you still like them?" Kallum pondered. If Callie still held affection for them, he could provide her with a room filled with dolls and princess dresses. "No... I never liked them... Otherwise, they wouldn't be here now."

dolls, all of which her grandfather would throw away. She had to retrieve these items secretly.

something, and her eyes lit up. "Because they're the

word, he caught a faint whiff of alcohol. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he walked over. At the narrow

small bottle. She chuckled and said, "I remember Mrs. Fairchild once mentioned that on your birthday, you would always take the day off to enjoy some alcohol all by yourself. Apparently, you've been doing this

stirred within the heart

Calista's hand, licked his parched lips, and after a moment of struggle, he asked, "So... Is this the birthday

excited face fell once again. "But every time I went to see you on your birthday,

I buried one bottle per year. I thought I would then give them to you when I had

the first time, humbling himself to touch the soil. He dug slowly, revealing eight or nine bottles, each of

it was as if his voice was stuck. Only Calista was

With a satisfied

speak, she cast a sidelong glance outside the cave, as if anticipating a

was banned in our house! My grandpa, in his youth, had suffered greatly because of alcohol. That's why he

down, Calista moved a little closer toward Kallum, her face full of caution. Her eyes,

last time my grandpa found out, he just scolded me a bit