Chapter 292
Isabe didn’t lie to Seth; she did have a solution, but it was one that Seth found
difficult to ept.
After waiting by the roadside for 20 minutes, Seth began to sweat profusely. Beads of
sweat formed on his forehead, and his face started to darken.
He was on the verge of exploding, but Isabe remained calm. She even took the time
to open a bottle of imported milk and enjoyed the shade under a tree.
Suddenly, Isabe’s eyes lit up. She stood up and waved towards the distance, saying,
“Uncle!”
As Seth followed her gesture, his breath hitched, and his temples throbbed.
Under the scorching sun, a tractor was approaching from afar, leaving a trail of ck
smoke and sshing mud. The sight alone made Seth stand up.
Isabe shouted enthusiastically, and the tractor stopped in front of them. The driver
was an old man, probably around 70 years old.
“Girl, are you calling me?”
Isabe approached with a box of milk and imed they were tourists wanting to visit
the vige.
The old man epted the milk as he nced at Seth and immediately understood,
“You’re here to find Mrs. Klinton, aren’t you?”
The rural old man’s ent was a little different, and his sudden mention of “Mrs.” left
Isabe confused.
From behind, Seth corrected him lightly, “It’s Mrs. Klinton.”
Isabe caught on and scratched her head with augh. She tried to give the old man
more money, but he refused.
“You get in the car first. I’ll take you there. That old woman lives quite far away. Every
year, foreignerse looking for her, and they all get turned away.”
Turned away…
Isabe felt a chill. She turned to look at Seth, who was staring at the tractor with a
serious expression, but he showed no intention of moving.
The old man was enthusiastic. He got out of the car to help them with their luggage,
then opened the back door of the smallpartment as he invited Isabe and Seth to
get in.
The tractor was half-filled with goods, and Isabe could see chicken droppings,
probably from a recent delivery of live chickens.
She was nervous, and she intuitively knew that Seth would not get in.
Sure enough, as the old man was about to finish loading the luggage, Seth red at
Isabe, and his eyes expressed a determination to die rather than give in.
Isabe forced a smile as she walked over to Seth and whispered, “We’vee this far.
Do you really want to go back empty-handed?”
Seth indeed wanted to turn back now. He hade in person to show his seriousness,
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but it seemed that even if his father and grandfather were here, the old woman’s
attitude would be the same.
He must have been influenced by Isabe. His mind was not functioning properly,
which led him into this predicament.
“Don’t be shy. Get in the car!”
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The old man waved his hand; he was very straightforward and friendly.
Isabe followed with augh, then she grabbed Seth’s arm tightly and pulled him
forward.
Seth had his pride and limits. He resisted getting in, but faced with the old man’s
friendly face, his upbringing told him not to refuse a kind offer.
Visible excrement from various poultry and livestock made him feel nauseous as he
stepped forward.
Most importantly, that d*mn woman, Isabe, got in as if nothing was wrong, forcing
him to endure. Otherwise, he would feel like he had lost to her.
Once in the car, there was nowhere to sit. The old man called from the simple driver’s
cabin.
“Sit down!”
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Seth was speechless.
The narrow open-toppartment was already full of stuff. There was nowhere to put
their feet, and if they sat down, the smell would hit them in the face.
Isabe guessed that Seth was reaching his limit. She quickly found a stic bag,
spread it on the edge of thepartment, and patted it as she said, “Mr. Shaffer, sit
here.”