Her Rebirth of Retribution novel Chapter 171

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.”

The place was filthy, so it couldn't possibly reflect any form of affection. When she was a child, her father would bring over dresses and dolls, all of which her grandfather would throw away. She had to retrieve these items secretly.

“You don't like them? Then why did you hide them here?” Kallum asked.

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

Before Kallum could utter a word, he caught a faint whiff 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 like children, heads together, digging for treasure.

“What is this?”

“Alcohol!” Calista exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she carefully unearthed a 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 since you were young!”