Abigail’s Second Life

Chapter 405 A Peculiar Village

Although Abigail found it difficult to identify if the girl in the photo was Kelly, Abigail figured she might make discoveries once she got to Westcape Village. The next day, she and Luna headed to Sicuaro.

Although Sicuaro was a highly developed city, the poverty gap between the folks in Sicuaro's village and its surrounding towns was still pretty obvious.

After the two arrived at Sicuaro Airport, Abigail told Luna her plans, "I will go to Westcape Village while you go to the exhibition alone. I have some information regarding Kelly's identity. So, I plan on checking it out."

As soon as Luna heard her words, she immediately abandoned her attention on the luggage exit. Instead, she turned to look at Abigail with a frown on her face and questioned, "Don't you think things are going way too smoothly? Besides, have you looked into what kind of village Westcape Village is? What if you can't make it out in one piece once you're there?"

"Relax. The new phone I bought has a satellite communication function, so I don't have to worry about not being able to reach the outside world if there's no signal," Abigail said while raising her phone. "Be careful then." Regardless, Luna was still worried.

With that, Abigail waved her hand and left carrying her small backpack.

After a two-and-a-half-hour car ride, she arrived at Westcape Village.

Even though the village was very remote, Abigail could feel the folks living in this village were somewhat privileged, judging from the numerous villas and its scenic view.

She passed through the village entrance and saw an old woman sitting by the door, running her fingers through the dried soybeans on the concrete floor. Hence, she walked over and greeted, "Hello, Granny." The old woman looked up and sized her from top to bottom before nodding slightly. "Yes. What are you doing here?"

Since she spoke with a heavy accent, Abigail had difficulty figuring out what she was saying.

After a brief guess, she asked, "You asked me what I'm doing here, right?"

"Yeah. The old woman responded.

For a moment, Abigail was unsure of how to start the rest of the conversation. Even if I can understand this line, can I understand the rest of what she will say later?

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ask about someone. Do you know a guy named Wilson Hagl who lives in

several people with that name here. Which one are

to understand. the dialect spoken in Westcape Village. It's close to the Corynthean language that we speak. It's just that it's fast and has an accent. That's probably why

again, so many people go by the name of Wilson Hagl in this village. How am I supposed to

chat a bit more with the old woman. She patiently gestured while inquiring about the

a nearby van, was watching her with a

amazing, for I didn't expect that she had identified Kelly's background," Cameron

a frown on his face as he expressed his thoughts. "I don't think it's weird that we managed to learn

adoptive parents had lived. So far, they only managed

enough, Sean didn't care about Kelly's background. He came here today to

so scheming, and Vincent's family is cautious. Ms. Quinn can't possibly find

it be intentional?" Cameron's face

an eye on the situation first," Sean

if I show up in

to get in her way as long as she leaves this place safely after she has found what she's

before she finally acquired the home addresses. of the

sight after one stepped. through the village's entrance. According to the old woman, they were currently in the middle village The upper village was located up and over the valley, whereas an hour-long walk through the field path along the middle village's

of their lands belonged to Hagl

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factor, the village was indeed a

and seemed empty. When she saw that she had made a wasted trip,

kept moving

old woman entered her house; her benign expression instantly turned

said, "We have a first-rate slave laborer here. She's beautiful, and she looks rich. We can sell

the room's wooden window, overheard what she said. He didn't hesitate to lurk back to the van. As he absentmindedly scratched the mosquito bites on his body, he reported, "Something's definitely wrong with this entire village. In her phone call, that old woman called Ms. Quinn a slave