Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 349: You’ve grown up...

~Elsewhere~

Jessica’s car raced towards the countryside, her gaze outside the window as she watched the scenery blur past while she left the city.

The city, a place that had shrouded her life in mystery and confusion. As the buildings receded into the distance, she couldn’t help but wonder how things had ended up this way. So many questions, so few answers.

She held onto the hope that this trip would finally begin to unravel the tangled threads of her past.

Before setting out, she had made a crucial stop at the testing centre to drop the specimen she had taken from George’s hair during her trip to the Brown family.

She wished so much to have the test result without any delay. Hence, she requested an express service.

With the guarantee of having the result in 24 hours she was assured and then left but not without leaving a trusted guard to wait and watch.

She wouldn’t want to risk the result being tampered with or compromised at the moment as it held a serious answer to the truth she seeks.

Jessica’s gaze never left the window with several thoughts swirling in her mind, she watched the scenery blur past.

After a few hours, the car turned into an untarred road leading deeper into the countryside.

The path narrowed, and with every bump and curve, the air felt a little purer, a little more familiar.

Tall trees flanked either side of the winding road, their canopies interlaced, allowing golden shafts of sunlight to pierce through in dazzling patterns.

Wildflowers bloomed in bursts of colour, the warm amber glow of the morning sunlight kissing the petals as it sways gently in the morning breeze. Its fragrance, calming and enchanting.

Jessica rolled down the window, allowing the breeze to sweep in. It carried the scent of earth, hay, and distant pine. A calm refreshing breath.

The air was cool and soothing, brushing over her skin like a mother’s hand lulling a restless child to sleep.

Birds chirped, The birds chirped nonstop in symphony as they fluttered from branch to branch, flapping their wings at intervals, their melodies crisp and vivid.

From afar, the soft, steady gurgle of a stream echoed like an old lullaby as it rushed down the hills.

She remembered that stream well, especially the spot where the warm steam rose at the point of confluence evaporating into the sky, it was a beautiful sight.

She took a deep breath, the nostalgia washing over her like a balm as she recalled the days in the past when she spent her life here and the peace that followed.

A soft smile tugged her lips as she searched for the simplest description of this part of the world.

"I think this is the kind of place where time paused, where silence wasn’t empty, but full of life."

"A place where nature gives peace, and existence feels meaningful."

of

later, the car came to a gentle stop before a modest bungalow nestled amid a

was neatly trimmed, the tall trees surrounding it like

paved with concrete, made it much

glass door glistened with the

separate round hut built from mud and thatch. This humble hut used as kitchen once served as their home since the bungalow was at its foundation

mother’s death, they had lived in the mud house until their life condition improved when Jessica’s efforts towards a better

of that bungalow letting

be said, this was the

curled from a hole in its roof, carrying the scent of

of homeliness without the complexities of city life and

buildings, with herbs and

gaze swept across the compound. It appeared empty as

the path into the woods before she paused,

of freshly plucked vegetables with

her nose tingling, her eyes blurred

of her life, through every storm, every scar, every sorrow brought

of her

complaints, she wanted to tell her all the maltreatment she had experienced, all

the past when she would be pulled

certain cases, she will take out her time to praise her so much that she will see herself invincible above all

had been the strong shoulder that was there for her when

seeing her, had a wide smile plastered across her face. She had missed this granddaughter

with her on the phone, that does not

walking stick, she left the basket behind and moved toward her granddaughter. Jessica rushed

felt her heavy heart. She slowly pulled away as

so big and still crying like a child, will our princess always remain a

have been wronged but then you have been

the urge to cry and complain even when she was this close to being a mother

how old one is, maternal affection will always make you a

she had arrived in the countryside on foot in the company

as though they had

had cried with her, even when

back now, it seems every clue was clear but as a child, she hadn’t taken note or

won’t be a crybaby," she murmured with a teasing glint. "You

Nelly chuckled.

bent down and picked up the basket and they began

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