A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 601

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Read Chapter 601 with many climactic and unique details. The series A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust is one of the top-selling novels by Sally Garcia. Chapter content Chapter 601 - The heroine seems to fall into the abyss of despair, heartache, and empty-handed. But unexpectedly, a big event occurred. So what was that event? Read A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust Chapter 601 for more details.

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Calliope and Silas arrived at the old house in no time. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was big—sprawling, really—with a huge yard out front. Just looking at it, you could tell the family had done well for themselves.

Calliope hadn’t been back in years. Ever since Grandpa Kermit passed away, she and her foster brothers barely visited anymore.

But the folks in the town had always been kind. Even when no one from the family was around, they’d take turns coming over, sweeping the porch, and keeping the place up.

It was obvious, too. Even though no one had lived here in so long, the yard was spotless—not a single weed in sight. The young saplings she remembered had grown tall, and the garden was bursting with life, as if someone still lived here year-round.

Silas trailed behind Calliope, taking it all in.

“So this is where you grew up?” he asked, glancing around like he was picturing little Calliope darting around the yard. She definitely didn’t strike him as the quiet, well-behaved type—no, she had “wild child” written all over her.

“Yeah.” Calliope smiled. “Pretty nice, isn’t it?”

As she spoke, her eyes landed on the big old oak tree by the porch. Hanging from a sturdy branch was a wooden swing, swaying slightly in the breeze. Just seeing it made her eyes sting with tears.

Grandpa Kermit had built that swing just for her. He’d doted on her endlessly. Even though her parents had abandoned her, she was always happy here, thanks to Kermit.

“That’s the swing my grandpa made for me. With his own hands, too!”

Calliope wandered over and sat on the swing.

It was still in perfect shape, not a scratch or bit of damage. It felt a little small under her now, but as a child, this had been her throne. She’d spend hours here, and her foster brothers would come out to push her, laughing and shouting the whole time.

Sometimes she’d stand on the swing, and they’d push her so high she felt like she was flying. She’d scream with delight.