The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 569

Leilani's ears burned, and she shot him a sharp glare.

Callahan looked at her, entirely clueless. But being the sharp man he was, he didn't need Leilani to explain. He quickly realized how she had interpreted his passing comment.

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At the dining table, the atmosphere was warm and inviting.

It was hard to pinpoint who shifted the conversation, but somehow, the topic went from checking on Leilani's health to exposing Callahan's embarrassing childhood moments.

Dante led the charge, diving enthusiastically into stories of Callahan's youthful blunders.

Letty chimed in from the sidelines, occasionally adding details that kept Leilani struggling to hold back her laughter.

"Callahan has been stubborn since the day he was born," Dante reminisced, a nostalgic smile touching his eyes. "One time, his father found out he bombed a math test and told him to stand facing the wall as punishment. Honestly, his dad just wanted him to admit he was wrong and apologize. But this brat? He stood there the entire night and flat-out refused to say a single word of apology!"

That incident had infuriated Callahan's usually stoic and stern father.

Letty laughed in agreement. "It's true, he really is stubborn. Another time, just to prove he could climb the old oak tree in the backyard, he slipped and fell, dislocating his arm. He was sweating bullets from the pain, but absolutely refused to cry. I still don't know who he gets that temper from! He's as stubborn as a mule."

Leilani turned to Callahan, her eyes teasing. "It's true what they say—childhood shows the man. I didn't realize you were such a stubborn overachiever right from the start."

Unfazed by the teasing, Callahan calmly placed a piece of fish onto Leilani's plate. "Just eat your food."

Leilani hid a smile and obediently lowered her head to eat.

"Want to see?" he asked.

Leilani's eyes lit up, and she immediately hurried over. "Of course!"

Callahan chuckled, leading her over to the sofa to sit down before opening the album.

The very first photo was a family portrait of the three of them. In the picture, his father was in a sharp suit, his expression stern, projecting a commanding, natural authority. Standing beside him was the gentle and elegant Letty, holding a toddler who looked to be about two or three years old. It was young Callahan.

Little Callahan was dressed in a pristine miniature suit, his face completely deadpan. His dark, round eyes stared directly into the camera with a 'do not approach' vibe, looking like an exact, shrunken-down replica of his father.

Leilani paused, pointing at the unfamiliar man in the photo who bore an eighty-percent resemblance to Callahan. She asked softly, "Is this... your father?"