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.

pondered. If Callie still held affection for them, he could provide her with a room filled with dolls

I never liked them… Otherwise, they wouldn’t

so it couldn’t possibly reflect any form of affection. When she was a child, her father would bring over dresses and dolls,

Then why did you

something, and her eyes lit up.

the narrow end, he had no choice but

“What is this?”

and said, “I remeinber 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

heart of Kallum when he heard

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in Calista’s hand, licked his parched lips, and after a moment of struggle, he asked, “So…. Is this

every time I went to see you on

sense of loneliness, she reburied the bottle, whispering, “Back then, I buried one bottle per year. I thought I would

to touch the soil. He dug

wanted to say something, but it was as if his voice was stuck. Only Calista was quietly counting the

bottles.

I was nine years old!” With a satisfied expression, Calista asked somewhat mysteriously, “Do you know the kind of

the cave, as if anticipating a stern old

grandpa, in his youth, had suffered greatly because of alcohol. That’s why he was so furious when my father, under the influence, made a mistake and