I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

After walking around the street twice, Hailey pointed to the seaside and said, “Let’s go to the fishing village. I lived there for six months when I was a child.”

The seaside looked close, but it was actually quite far.

The fishing village was more than 12 miles away from the city, and it took more than ten minutes to drive.

The houses in the fishing village remained predominantly old, with only a handful being newer constructions. The younger generation showed little interest in continuing the traditional occupation of fishing passed down by their elders, resulting in a majority of them seeking employment opportunities in the city.

Most of the people who stayed in the fishing village were elderly, and there were fewer and fewer real fishermen.

Hailey pointed to an old house and said, “I lived here when I was a child. It is my grandma’s sister’s home. But my grandma’s sister passed away several years ago. Most of her descendants have since relocated to the city.”

A rusty iron lock dangled from the gate, preventing entry into the house.

Oliver walked around the old dwelling, observing its windows. Thick layers of dust covered the glass, a testament to its abandonment for several years at the very least.

Oliver went back to the gate and didn’t see Hailey. After looking for her, he found that Hailey was heading to the beach along a small path.

There was an old fishing port at the one around. The place was quiet.

entrance of the fishing village. Several old boats were tied to the port, and there was no

Hailey strolled leisurely toward the beach on the left side. After a few dozen feet, she stopped and took off her shoes, allowing her bare feet to sink into the wet sand. Moments later, she bent down to collect seashells scattered along the shore.

After more than two years working in True Treasure second-hand store, Oliver saw Hailey as an elegant glacier beauty. When he talked to her on normal days, she always remained a composed expression on her face. No one could tell whether she was depressed or calm.

like a teenage girl, hopping along the sealine and

off his shoes and followed her, fearing that she would

weather was good, and there were no clouds. The tide on the sea was

the tide rolled in, Hailey’s footprints gradually vanished,

hurriedly followed Hailey, his steps sank into the damp sand. With an unpleasant odor wafting up, he

any cow dung on the beach? Or it could be dog shit,”

stuck to his feet, resembling cow dung. A patch of brownish-yellow sand emerged in the seawater, giving the impression

barefoot. If he stepped on such a

bent down to wash his feet. When he stared at the brown cow dung, an identification

It weighs 30 ounces and has been soaked in seawater for 144 years. A prized traditional

[Grade: high-grade.]

17 million

cursed

to know that such a smelly thing was ambergris

and quickly bent down to dig

a bowl-sized mass

the beach and submerged the ambergris in seawater. He then proceeded to wash the object thoroughly with the

true nature of the object began to reveal itself. The dirt-like appearance dissipated, revealing

was surprised to discover that the object emitted

17 million dollars?” he

This conch is so beautiful and I can blow a whistle

over

asked, “Is it a shell or a snail? Yours must be

closer, she saw that Oliver was neither holding a shell nor a

“It smells bad. I thought it was a

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