Chapter 405
I Want a Divorce
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 Sicuaroâs village
and its surrounding towns was still pretty obvious.
After the two arrived at Sicuaro Airport, Abigail told Luna her plans, âI will go to Westcape Village while
you go to the exhibition alone. I have some information regarding Kellyâs identity. So, I plan on checking
it out.â
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, âDonât you think things
are going way too smoothly? Besides, have you looked into what kind of village Westcape Village is?
What if you canât make it out in one piece once youâre there?â
âRelax. The new phone I bought has a satellite communication function, so I donât have to worry about
not being able to reach the outside world if thereâs no signal,â Abigail said while raising her phone.
âBe careful then.â 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 pa*sed 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, âHello,
Granny.â
The old woman looked up and sized her from top to bottom before nodding slightly. âYes. What are you
doing here?â
Since she spoke with a heavy accent, Abigail had difficulty figuring out what she was saying.
After a brief guess, she asked, âYou asked me what Iâm doing here, right?â
âYeah. 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?
âIâm here to ask about someone. Do you know a guy named Wilson Hagl who lives in this village?â she
asked anyway.
âWilson Hagl⦠We have several people with that name here. Which one are you looking for?â The old
woman looked at Abigail and inquired.
Now that she was chatting with the old woman, Abigail realized it wasnât so hard to understand. the
dialect spoken in Westcape Village. Itâs close to the Corynthean language that we speak. Itâs just that
itâs fast and has an accent. Thatâs probably why I find it so difficult to catch the words all at once.
But then again, so many people go by the name of Wilson Hagl in this village. How am I supposed to
begin my search?
As a result, she decided to chat a bit more with the old woman. She patiently gestured while inquiring
about the information she needed.
Sean, who sat in a nearby van, was watching her with a frown.
âNonetheless, it seems that Ms. Quinn is amazing, for I didnât expect that she had identified Kellyâs
background,â Cameron whispered as he leaned beside Sean.
Sean still had a frown on his face as he expressed his thoughts. âI donât think itâs weird that we
managed to learn about this. What I find strange is that she actually found out about this place.â
This place was indeed where Kellyâs adoptive parents had lived. So far, they only managed to uncover
that Kelly spent about twenty years of her life here.
Sure enough, Sean didnât care about Kellyâs background. He came here today to look into another
matter related to her and Vincent.
âKelly is so scheming, and Vincentâs family is cautious. Ms. Quinn canât possibly find out this
information easily. Could it be intentional?â Cameronâs face instantly turned solemn.
âLetâs keep an eye on the situation first,â Sean said wearily.
Abigail will misunderstand me again if I show up in front of her now.
I donât have to get in her way as long as she leaves this place safely after she has found what sheâs
looking for.
Abigail chatted with the old woman for two hours before she finally acquired the home addresses. of
the five people named Wilson Hagl living in Hagl Village.
The Hagl Village was ma*sive. A large residential area came before sight after one stepped. through
the villageâs 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 villageâs river and into the valley could reach the lower village.
All of their lands belonged to Hagl Village.
Based on this factor, the village was indeed a large one.
Abigail arrived at the first address, but the house was locked and seemed empty. When she saw that
she had made a wasted trip, she involuntarily sighed.
Still, she kept moving forward.
Once her figure slowly disappeared, the old woman entered her house; her benign expression instantly
turned sinisterly cold.
She swiftly dialed a series of numbers, and after the call got through, she said, âWe have a first- rate
slave laborer here. Sheâs beautiful, and she looks rich. We can sell her for at least 30 thousand.â
Then, she hung up after receiving a response from the other end.
Cameron, who was hiding in a corner of the wall outside the roomâs wooden window, overheard what
she said. He didnât hesitate to lurk back to the van. As he absentmindedly scratched the mosquito bites
on his b*dy, he reported, âSomethingâs definitely wrong with this entire village. In her phone call, that
old woman called Ms. Quinn a slave laborer and even mentioned selling her off for 30 thousand!â
Sean furrowed his brows upon hearing Cameronâs words, his expression frosty. âNotify the police.â
Cameron nodded affirmatively.
Meanwhile, Abigail involuntarily frowned when she realized the house in the second address was also
empty.
Strange. Itâs not even crop-growing season now, and itâs almost lunchtime. Why isnât anyone home?
When she thought of that, she stood there and looked around.
Just then, in a window of one of the houses, she saw a shadow hiding away in the dark.
Abigail became alert. She took out her phone and sent her location to Luna.
As expected, the phone had no signal. Nevertheless, the satellite communication function worked
perfectly fine.
Then, she feigned complete ignorance as she slowly took a few steps forward and walked back.
At this moment, the door of one of the Wilsonâs houses she was searching for was swung open.
The middle-aged man, who opened the door, immediately noticed her and pretended to ask
enthusiastically, âOh, a young lady from out of town, I see. What are you doing here?â
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âIâm looking for someone. Are you Mr. Wilson Hagl? I have a few questions I want to ask you.â Abigail
acted naive as she approached him.
âItâs hot outside. Why donât you come in, drink some water, and we can talk it over?â The man smiled
and entered the house.
Abigail smiled. Then, she stood in place as she added, âYou are too kind, Mr. Hagl. Itâs fine. Iâm just
going to ask a few questions before leaving.â
Suddenly, a woman came out. She had pears in her hands as she said to Abigail, âOh, my, such a kind
young lady. Here. Take it. These pears are our villageâs special local products. If you want to ask
anything, just ask me!â