The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 71
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It wouldn’t be particularly difficult to extract information by interrogating an ordinary footman, who wasn’t a trained spy.
However, knowing it would be more efficient and yield better results if handled by a professional, Nina didn’t 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.
‘If it had been me, I would have coaxed out secrets or weaknesses of the household instead…’
No, that’s not right.
Upon reflection, gaining access to a noble family’s 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 Nina—she hadn’t intended to go that far.
‘Revealing this right now would be a bit premature…’
This letter was a confession.
A confession is a written admission of one’s crimes.
The issue was that there wasn’t sufficient evidence to incriminate Rebecca directly.
Nowhere in the letter was Rebecca’s name mentioned.
Even if they managed to cover it with a confession or testimony, there was still the problem of the footman’s brother-in-law, who worked for the Nord household and exchanged letters with him.
If it became known that this fool’s 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.
‘I can’t use this until we secure that man.’
Until recently, all Nina thought about was catching the culprit, but seeing the implications of his words, she realized this couldn’t 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.
“Madam, everything is ready. The luggage has been loaded onto the carriage, so you just need to board.”
“Nothing’s been left behind, right?”
“I checked thoroughly once more this morning, so there’s no need to worry.”
“You’ve done well.”
Today was the day of that event she’d hoped wouldn’t come—the day they would depart for the capital to attend the charity event.
Nina stepped out into the lobby with Marsha.
‘I never thought he would come along…’
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.
“Urrp…”
“Madam, here’s some water!”
Nina, who had been retching in a secluded spot, rinsed her mouth with the water flask Marsha handed her.
‘If I’d known it would be like this, I would’ve left ahead on my own…’
Before her regression, she had used mostly paved roads, so although the journey took twice as long, it hadn’t been nearly as uncomfortable as this.
But she hadn’t anticipated that traveling with her husband would be such a forced march.
‘At this rate, I’ll collapse before we even reach the capital.’
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,
“It seems we’ll be camping here tonight…”
“The sun’s setting, so it can’t be helped.”
Since they wouldn’t 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 couldn’t see a step ahead, so pushing through could lead to accidents.
