For My Husband’s New Wife - Chapter 18

Volches was the Physician of his father, Duke Edenbahir.

When Lancelot opened the message, he saw what seemed to be Anita’s fine handwriting.

[Lancelot, I’m gonna catch the 9 am train to Budort right now. I’m sorry for not telling you in advance, and I’m gonna take a servant and a gun. If you are concerned, then you can send someone after me.

I’m gonna write down the address.]

‘Gun? Is she saying that a mere gun would protect her so that I wouldn’t worry? Is she crazy?’

“The people?”

“We already dispatched someone.”

The clock said that it was 11 a.m. It indicated that two hours had elapsed since Anita’s train had left, and that the next train traveling through Budort would leave four hours later.

“Is the delay deliberate? Go after them but don’t do anything ridiculous.”

A firearm and an attendant. It takes two days to travel, but time isn’t important.

The main issue was the location.

“Why is she suddenly leaving for Budort?”

“Shouldn’t she be searching for her father’s belongings?”

“Had that been the objective, it would have occurred prior to her meeting me. It seems illogical to leave after a few days.”

The motive behind Anita’s departure to Budort.

Lancelot pondered Anita’s look for the last three days.

After two years, Anita Volloni has changed, it seemed like she didn’t but she definitely did. The first thing that sprang to Lancelot upon seeing Anita standing at the entrance of the vacant bedroom was obvious.

She’s too skinny.

Not just slim, awful skinny. She was slim before, but after two years, she had become as parched as a poker.

Initially, Lancelot wanted to know whether the Volloni family consciously or unwittingly harassed Anita and caused you to hunger on purpose. He almost told her that, but he didn’t.

Through years of socialization, Lancelot had acquired the ability to differentiate between insane and normal individuals. It was due to the tremendous efforts of Duke Edenbahir.

Recalling Anita from his youth, he had to choose her words more carefully. Lancelot had a bit of a pulpit as a child, but he cannot ignore nature. Even though it was a tedious and exceedingly tiring procedure.

Because Anita deserves it. Friends have a 10-year history together. worth exactly that much.

In retrospect, the conduct at the amusement park was similarly irritating.

The magician with the butterfly mask who presented Anita with a vulgar rose. Lancelot never expected that he would be in Chavalon.

If approaching Anita was his primary objective, Lancelot had no intention of abandoning this aspect.

“Jill. Did you say that Anita gave the doctor this note?”

“Yes.” 

That would indicate that Anita has the greatest faith in Volches in this home. The note Lancelot was holding had a slightly crumpled tip.

Aside from the fact that she lied to him, Volches was the only doctor for Duke Edenbahir. He’s never seen her face before.

‘There must have been something between them that I was unaware of.’

Anita’s message was carelessly crushed by Lancelo.

“Visit Volches and ask him about his relationship with Anita. And search every nook and cranny of Challywood for Eden and look up Anita’s movements there.”

Lancelot tried to give her as much solitude as possible.

It was always on his mind that she acted alone after meeting Lancelot.

“Shall we make a reservation for the 3 p.m. train to Budort? After obtaining your tickets, you just need to plan the remainder of your trip.”

“No. You need not to.”

Jill seems rather astonished by Lancelot’s response.

“Yes? However, even if you board the 3:00 train, you will arrive six hours late. If anything is not working for you—”

“The fact that I’m moving quickly does not exclude this matter.”

“That’s most certainly true… but—”

“I am unable to cancel my meeting with Countess Milena. If I tell her of the cancellation of the meeting, I am certain that we will meet again in a month.”

Work has a hierarchy of priorities.

Anita had someone beside her, so it was proper for him to finish the most vital tasks first before following her.

Regardless, Lancelot was forced to postpone his plan for two days immediately, incurring a great deal of setback for him and the business.

“No one was able to notice Anita for a while. No one will dare to harm the daughter after the father… especially if she’s under me.”

“Okay. Then I’ll get you a ticket at nine o’clock.”

“Instead, send more people on the 3 p.m. train. Put some words on it as a precaution.”

“Yes.”

Jill exited his bedroom, leaving Lancelot, who confirmed without a response, behind.

‘I advised you to be honest. But no, you must prioritize your commitment to the Countess above any other woman.’

Jill was not incapable of comprehending Lancelow’s statements. No, his very reasoned and logical assessment had already had an impact.

But there was something rather regretful about this.

‘I thought Miss Anita was special to him.’

Jill thought that there was definitely something going on between them… something special.

But,

Even that looks to have been deliberately arranged.

According to popular belief, human nature does not alter after death.

Initially, hoping for genuine love from him may have been an unrealistic expectation.

It was a revelation of futility.

***

The southwestern plains, Budort.

As soon as Budort entered history, it lived up to its reputation as a cattle-herding center, with verdant meadows and clear sky.

Anita traveled down a gravel road with a past that was uncomfortable enough to be embarrassing in comparison to Chavalon.

It took twenty hours to arrive. As she turned into the lengthy section and stretched, she felt as if her airway had been closed.

‘I dimly recall. I believe I came here.’

Faced with the serene landscape around Budort Station, lost childhood memories appeared to resurface.

‘I recall that the Volloni villa was located far away from here.’

Thank goodness she brought the cash.

The servant inquired as she stood in front of the station and glanced about blankly.

“Is anybody awaiting your arrival?”

“Oh, no. I am aware of the address, but I am unsure of how to get there. I must first await the arrival of the carriage.”

Therefore, they waited anxiously for the carriage.

10 minutes, 20 minutes, 30 minutes… After more than an hour of waiting, Anita noticed something was off.

‘Why doesn’t the carriage arrive in this manner? Are there not several coachmen here?’

Anita didn’t even desire a steam vehicle, knowing that it was rural. However, in over an hour, just three private wagons went past. Solely carts carrying only animal feed and excrement are permitted.

After ascertaining that even the fourth vehicle was a cart, Anita chose a different course of action.

‘Let’s approach that wagon.’

Anita hurried towards the guy who resembled a farmer.

“If it’s alright with you, may I borrow a carriage and ride it? No matter how long I wait, I am unable to borrow a cart.”

The farmer who saw her from beginning to end expressed modest appreciation.

“Are you a city-dwelling couple? I wish I had a beautiful spouse like you. Yes. However, what about this… A few days ago, some lunatic set fire to all the wagons in this region, making it difficult to locate.”

It’s a case of wagon arson. It would be difficult to have worse luck than this.

“We have brought sufficient funds to hire a cart. How is it that there is no means to reach this address?”

The farmer’s demeanor was unclear when he inspected the location Anita provided, but it was stern when he said that he had prepared the money.

“Hmm. It has been some time since I last settled down… Even if you give me the address, I will not recognize it.”

There was a period when Anita believed that she was being overwhelmed. The attendant standing next to her and pointing to the hill in the west stated,

“That’s the way.”

“Oh? Then we’re going the same way. We can go ahead now. Giddy up.”

‘Ah, I’m relieved.’

Anita and her servant crept inside the wagon’s empty milk bottle-filled rear seat.

“Because of you, I can now move. Additionally, have you ever visited Budort? I was stunned that you know the address”

The servant shook his head with a cheeky expression.

“Yes. My granny lived close by. I am returning after a lengthy absence.”

It’s a remarkable coincidence.

The coincidence that the carriage caught fire was unfortunate, although the servant’s friendship with Budort was rather pleasant.

After about 20 minutes of riding, they dismounted the wagon and continued on foot.

Due to the fact that the attendant understood the general location of the estate, they arrived without incident.

“Looks like you are here.”