The tranquil and picturesque village became noisy due to this scandal, as Cheyenne gazed at the green mountains and clear waters before her, pondering silently.
There’s no real utopia in this world; wherever there are people, there are conflicts. When conflicts arise and disputes occur, people’s hearts become twisted.
The village chief’s wife, after beating her own husband, still believed that Jillian was the problem. She blamed Jillian for intentionally seducing her husband, saying that if it wasn’t for her, her husband, at his age, would never have strayed.
Jillian’s husband, still firmly punishing his own wife, couldn’t tolerate being cuckolded and their son’s disappearance. Any man would find it unacceptable.
But just one beating wasn’t enough, was it?
So now it was the village chief’s wife and Jillian’s husband that were hitting Jillian. Jillian surprisingly holds her ground in this fight.
Even in a two-against-one situation, her remarkable physical strength keeps her from falling behind. On the contrary, her words are as harsh as ever.
“What gives you the right to say that I seduced the village chief? It was him who first praised me for being prettier and having a larger chest than you, and he even said you’re getting old and don’t like to take showers, with a revolting stench all over your body!”
No one knows whether the village chief’s wife liked taking showers or not, but whenever she passed by, a distinct smell could be detected.
Initially, people thought it was because of her obesity, as it was believed that overweight people often have a strong body odor.
But now they realize it’s because she didn’t like to bathe.
The village chief’s wife is now 58 years old, having given birth to four children. Her youngest daughter gave birth to a grandson last year.
Now that she’s become a grandmother, she naturally doesn’t pay much attention to her husband anymore. Their only interaction mostly happens when they sleep together at night.
The old man doesn’t mind, and she doesn’t mind either. As the weather gets colder, there are times when she can go the whole winter without bathing.
But this is, after all, a personal matter, and having Jillian openly speak about it, where could she save face?
The furious village chief’s wife glared fiercely at Jillian.
With a winning move, Jillian proudly said, “Don’t scold me for being shameless. Isn’t your daughter also carrying a child without even having a wedding?”
By mentioning her own daughter, she enraged the village chief’s wife further. The old lady reached out and grabbed Jillian’s collar, only to discover marks on her neck, a clear sign of passionate kisses.
“Hmph! Shameless woman, you reek with your unwashed body! You have no shame. Look at what’s on your neck! Everyone, come and take a look. This little slut’s neck is covered in love bites!”
Jillian was filled with fury, showing no signs of embarrassment. She even pulled down her collar to let everyone have a look.
“What’s wrong with a little kiss? The village chief and I are mutually attracted to each other. Oh, could it be that you, old lady, are jealous? I heard him say that he hasn’t touched you in almost a decade!”
“Who would want to touch you when you’re blown up like a balloon? You’re a repulsive old woman.”
“Fine, what a sharp tongue you have! Watch me tear your mouth apart today.”
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Hmph, don’t get too proud!”
As Yehuda clenched his fist, ready to charge forward, Jillian finally grew afraid. She could only glare at the man fiercely, kick him, and turn away.
After she left, the man also ran away.
The village chief’s reputation was in tatters, and it was awkward for him to remain here. However, he was still the chief of the village. If he wasn’t present when a murder occurred in the village, it wouldn’t be appropriate.
Thus, in the quiet atmosphere, everything seemed even more eerie. Seeing the departure of the village chief’s wife, the spectators who had been watching the scene started discussing the incident.
“Could it be that Jillian’s two sonsare actually the children of the village chief and Jillian?”
“It’s unlikely. Even if they are foolish, can’t they see that their sons don’t resemble them?”
“Actually, I’ve always thought that her little son doesn’t look like Yehuda. Now I finally understand that he resembles the village chief.”
“Shh, lower your voice. If the village chief hears you, he might secretly hold a grudge against you.”
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With no more spectacle to watch, Cheyenne felt somewhat regretful. She touched her nose and stood up from the ground, stepping on her high heels as she walked into the house.
Susan had already cried for a while and now her emotions had calmed down. Cheyenne sympathized with Adrianna; she was an innocent victim.
She walked over and gently patted Susan’s shoulder from behind. “The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences.”
“I know, but my Adrianna was still so young, sob…”
“Susan, you can’t move Adrianna’s body right now. This is the first crime scene, and we need to keep everything as it is to seek justice for Adrianna.”
Upon hearing that they were seeking justice for Adrianna, Susan wiped her tears and stood up straight, her gaze meeting Cheyenne’s clear eyes.
She suddenly thought of something and handed a piece of paper to Cheyenne.
“I found this in Adrianna’s hand. I’m not sure if it’s evidence, Dr. Lawrence, please take a look.”
As Susan spoke, she handed over a crumpled piece of paper stained with blood and dust to Cheyenne.
“What is th…”
Cheyenne, without any hesitation, accepted it, curious to see what it could be. She carefully opened it.
It turned out to be a scroll.
The scroll depicted a family of five, with a chubby, bald man who was George, a woman wearing a skirt and high heels-Malaya. The silly smiling teenager hugging a basketball was likely Sean. The little girl sitting on the ground and drawing was Nora. Lastly, standing beside Sean, looking at Nora’s drawing and passing a paint box, was her!
Nora had improved in her drawing skills since becoming mentally disabled. This was a simple and inexpensive watercolor pen artwork, but with just a few strokes, it portrayed the warmth of a family of five.
She thought she would hate herself. After all, Malaya’s death was something Cheyenne felt responsible for.
Sean also saw the drawing, and her nose couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation. Her voice carried a hint of sobbing.
“This was drawn by Nora on the evening of the first year she moved to Hurtlepool. She always carried it with her. Does this mean she also came here?”
Cheyenne handed the painting to the young man behind her. “Since it’s her artwork, I’ll leave it in your care.”
“Okay.”