Her Rebirth of Retribution

Chapter 334 I Decided To Lie

Wilbur chuckled. "It sounds like you don't really need her. If I were your friend, I would be heartbroken."

He was the kind of man whose smile was so warm it could melt hearts. Whenever he smiled, he had a way of captivating everyone's attention. Yet, he noticed something peculiar. When Calista looked at him, she seemed as indifferent as if she was looking at a piece of "I guess I don't really need her."

furniture.

Calista wasn't lying. It might have sounded harsh, but that was the truth. She could get along with people and have fun with them, but once they exited her life, she wouldn't feel the slightest bit of sorrow.

"The next question, I heard you once had a stepmother. Did she treat you poorly?" Wilbur looked at her with a hint of apology. "Because you really don't seem like a child who comes from a stable family."

"She did." Having said all that, Calista relaxed slightly. She suddenly broke into a smile. "But it doesn't matter. She can't hurt me anymore."

"Does that mean she has done something to hurt you before?" Wilbur asked hastily. He didn't come across as a psychologist, but rather a casual friend who seemed very interested in her world. "Can you tell me the worst thing she's ever done to you?"

There were too many that Calista could think of. But what was strange was that the first thing that came to mind was a trivial matter.

"I don't know what's the worst thing she's ever done to me." Calista leaned back slightly, pausing for a moment before continuing in a rather indifferent tone.

or fourteen, when I started to become aware of my own attractiveness. I actually quite desired to be beautiful. My clothes were always clean, and my hair was always neatly

Wilbur's eyes. Her eyes sparkled like stars. Her delicate features and mysterious smile caused Wilbur's expression to stiffen slightly. It was as if, unintentionally, his heart had skipped a

answered hastily, "Because of your

new shoes, and beautiful accessories almost every day. As for me, I could only wear the unfashionable and oversized clothes that my stepmother bought for me. Sometimes, my dad would

me would

deliberately damaged. My

the one who had ruined them, claiming that I had no liking for such flamboyant attire. I didn't even dare to defend myself. After all, when my dad was home, he was in the minority. He was particularly influenced by my stepmother during those times, depending on her for his livelihood. I had

me outshining

child."

assumed she had long since forgotten such a distant memory. But now, as she spoke,

also called for a beautiful dress. Wearing my school uniform or my outdated clothes on that day would have definitely drawn ridicule, especially when all the girls around me were dressed like little

to my stepmother. He

she never gave me any

suddenly broke into a smile. "So, I decided to

her line of thought, Wilbur asked, "Lie? You lied about the amount of the

was only renting it, so it was just thirty-five a day. I could use three