The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 71
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It wouldnât be particularly difficult to extract information by interrogating an ordinary footman, who wasnât a trained spy.
However, knowing it would be more efficient and yield better results if handled by a professional, Nina didnât insist and entrusted the interrogation to Ash.
Within half a day, there were noticeable results. As expected, all the information the footman leaked concerned only her.
âIf it had been me, I would have coaxed out secrets or weaknesses of the household insteadâŚâ
No, thatâs not right.
Upon reflection, gaining access to a noble familyâs secrets would require a long investment of time.
Moreover, for an untrained civilian, such a task would be highly challenging.
If he had tried to reach that level and been caught, it could have triggered a full-scale war between the households.
The malice held by Duchess Nord was directed solely at Ninaâshe hadnât intended to go that far.
âRevealing this right now would be a bit prematureâŚâ
This letter was a confession.
A confession is a written admission of oneâs crimes.
The issue was that there wasnât sufficient evidence to incriminate Rebecca directly.
Nowhere in the letter was Rebeccaâs name mentioned.
Even if they managed to cover it with a confession or testimony, there was still the problem of the footmanâs brother-in-law, who worked for the Nord household and exchanged letters with him.
If it became known that this foolâs identity had been exposed, the brother-in-law might be killed to destroy evidence.
If that happened, they could pin everything as an isolated act by an employee.
âI canât use this until we secure that man.â
Until recently, all Nina thought about was catching the culprit, but seeing the implications of his words, she realized this couldnât just end here.
For now, she needed to take some time to consider the best course of action.
There was no rush.
She had, after all, obtained some evidence about someone tarnishing her honor.
âMadam, everything is ready. The luggage has been loaded onto the carriage, so you just need to board.â
âNothingâs been left behind, right?â
âI checked thoroughly once more this morning, so thereâs no need to worry.â
âYouâve done well.â
Today was the day of that event sheâd hoped wouldnât comeâthe day they would depart for the capital to attend the charity event.
Nina stepped out into the lobby with Marsha.
âI never thought he would come alongâŚâ
Had the issue with the storage been resolved?
In her previous life, he had departed for the capital alone due to that problem.
She was curious, but she quickly pushed aside her curiosity and boarded the carriage, reasoning that he must have resolved it if he was traveling with her.
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The journey to the capital was anything but smooth.
Even though the road to the capital was relatively well-maintained compared to other regions, it was still unavoidable to pass through mountainous paths.
âUrrpâŚâ
âMadam, hereâs some water!â
Nina, who had been retching in a secluded spot, rinsed her mouth with the water flask Marsha handed her.
âIf Iâd known it would be like this, I wouldâve left ahead on my ownâŚâ
Before her regression, she had used mostly paved roads, so although the journey took twice as long, it hadnât been nearly as uncomfortable as this.
But she hadnât anticipated that traveling with her husband would be such a forced march.
âAt this rate, Iâll collapse before we even reach the capital.â
Her entire body ached and her stomach churned from being in the jolting carriage all day.
They still had days to go before reaching the capital, and all she wanted was to faint and escape the discomfort.
Nina returned to the camp with a pale face, watching from a distance as the rest of the group set up tents.
Perhaps everyone else was used to this kind of grueling march.
They all moved busily with casual expressions, as though this much was no trouble.
Watching them, Marsha murmured with concern,
âIt seems weâll be camping here tonightâŚâ
âThe sunâs setting, so it canât be helped.â
Since they wouldnât reach a village, setting up camp early to rest was the best choice for the next day.
Unlike modern cities, nights here were so dark one couldnât see a step ahead, so pushing through could lead to accidents.
