Her Vengeful Rebirth

Ré Venceli Rebirth

Chapter 171 The Perfect Cover

Calista was a bit dared by his words, and it seemed she didit quite understand. She pursed her lips, insisting om ber point, yelline. “You don’t like me!

“You” Kallun glared at her, only to see her looking back at him defiantly, her eyes red and sparkling. much like a stubbom linle bene. #hy am I men berthering to anese tenke little draskand?

Kallum let out a sigh, deeiding to sidestep the topic. “What did you bring nie here for! The house has been burnt down, and there’s nothing left. What do we do nove?”

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 anmising. 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.

still like them?” Kallum pondered. If Callie still held affection for them, he could provide her with a room

liked them… Otherwise, they wouldn’t

a child, her father would bring over dresses and dolls, all of which her grandfather

them? Then why did you hide them

found something, and her eyes lit up. “Because they’re the perfect cover!”

of alcohol. Raising an eyebrow slightly, he walked over. At the narrow end, he had no choice but to crouch down. Both of them were

“What is this?”

unearthed a small bottle. She chuckled and said, “I remeinber Mrs. Fairchild once mentioned that on your

significant tremor stirred within the heart of Kallum

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Calista’s hand, licked his parched lips, and after a moment of struggle, he

previously excited face fell once again. “But every time I went to see

loneliness, she reburied the bottle, whispering, “Back then, I buried one bottle per year. I thought I would then give them to you

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

to say something, but it was as if his voice was stuck.

bottles.

expression, Calista asked somewhat mysteriously, “Do

glance outside the cave, as if anticipating a stern old man

banned in our house! My grandpa, in his youth, had suffered greatly because of alcohol. That’s why he was so furious when my father, under