The Spare Wife by Nadia Gordon

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.

start the rest of the conversation. Even if I can understand this line, can I understand the rest of

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you know a guy named Wilson Hagl who lives in this village?” she asked

Which one are you looking for?” The old woman looked at

with the old woman, Abigail realized it wasn’t so hard 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 I find it so difficult to catch the words

name of Wilson Hagl in

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

who sat in a nearby van, was watching her

it seems that Ms. Quinn is amazing, for I didn’t expect that she had identified Kelly’s background,” Cameron whispered as he leaned

don’t think it’s weird that we managed

only managed to uncover that Kelly spent

here today to

scheming, and Vincent’s family is cautious. Ms.

intentional?” Cameron’s

eye on the situation first,”

misunderstand me again if I show up in front of her

don’t have to get in her way as long as she leaves this place safely after she has found

with the old woman for two hours before she finally acquired the

Hagl Village was massive. A large residential area came before 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 river and into the valley could reach the

of their lands belonged

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the village was indeed a large

the first address, but the house was locked and seemed empty. When she saw that she had made a wasted

she kept

figure slowly disappeared, the old woman entered her house; her benign expression instantly turned sinisterly

call got through, she said, “We have a first- rate

up after receiving a response

wall outside 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