Chapter 475

Horatio and the gang watched Calliope with a sense of unease, like they were witnessing the calm before a storm.

“Callie,” Valerian began cautiously, “it’s not that we’re against you going into Lisette’s room, but you know, it’s her private space. She’s not around right now, and it just feels a bit… off to go in without her, don’t you think?”

“Exactly, it’s kind of crossing a line!” Ulysses chimed in, his eyes narrowing at Calliope. “Are you planning to mess up her room just because she’s away?”

Calliope chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh, sure, I’m here to wreak havoc because she’s not around. Funny how when I’m not here, anyone can wander into my room, and she can help herself to whatever she wants from my things. Am I some sort of pushover to you guys?”

Her words hit like a cold splash of water, leaving everyone speechless.

They exchanged awkward glances until Monty finally spoke up. “Well, considering Lisette has been in Callie’s room before, it seems only fair that Callie can check out Lisette’s room, too. I doubt Lisette would mind.” With that, Monty led the way to Lisette’s room, the others trailing behind. Soon, they were standing at the door.

Monty opened it without hesitation.

The room was a dream in pastel pinks, adorned with all the things Lisette adored: plush toys, some of them rare collectibles that Valerian and the others had gone to great lengths to acquire; among them, a few things that had once belonged to Calliope.

Calliope scanned the room, taking it all in. “I quite liked this doll,” she mused. “Funny, I remember it used to be mine.”

“And this painting, it was a gift from my grandpa, originally mine too.”

“The jewelry in this box, half of it was mine as well,” she noted, picking up a bracelet.

Ulysses was about to lose his cool, ready to storm over and stop Calliope from touching anything, but Horatio held him back, and Valerian swallowed his objections. After all, they needed Calliope’s help now, especially since she was the one running the family business.

“Callie, whatever you want, we can buy it for you,” Monty offered, trying to placate her. “Just name it, and it’s yours.”

“But some things,” she retorted, “can’t be bought, like this bracelet from Grandpa. I never agreed to give these to Lisette. You guys did. Who gave you the right to give away my things?”

Calliope tilted her head, her eyes meeting Monty’s. “Don’t I have the right to reclaim what’s mine?”

Monty forced a laugh, glancing over at Horatio for support.

Horatio sighed, “Alright, whatever belongs to Callie should go back to her. Callie, take what you want.”

Valerian and Ulysses stayed silent, reflecting on the truth that these had once been Calliope’s possessions, taken away not by Lisette herself, but by them, to appease Lisette’s whims.

The memories stirred a pang of regret, and none of the brothers could find words to argue. Monty, too, remained silent.