The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 1060

Imogen settled into Jasper's car, preparing to visit her parents. Upon calling Carol, she realized that Carol and Gregory had returned to their hometown for a visit.

Imogen considered postponing the visit, but Jasper insisted on meeting the Kingsleys today. Thus, they altered their route and set off toward her hometown.

Imogen's hometown was a remote and impoverished village, dotted with run-down houses mostly inhabited by elderly residents, women, and children left behind. The roads were muddy and difficult to navigate, adding to the feeling of a laborious journey despite the short distance.

As they drove into the village, their arrival seemed to stir up curiosity among the villagers.

Local gossiping women emerged to witness the commotion, while children playfully chased after the car. Beneath a large tree, elderly villagers sat, pointing and discussing the arrival of the visitors.

Their car halted in front of a dilapidated house, and Imogen felt a pang of unease. She didn't want Jasper to see the stark reality of her family's original home, fearing his potential judgment.

Stepping out of the car, Jasper surveyed the house. He was momentarily taken aback but quickly adjusted to the authentic historical ambiance of the place.

Upon hearing the car engine, Carol hurriedly stepped out, her smile warm and welcoming. "Oh, you're here already? There's no need to come all this way for a visit. We'll be back in Phoenicia in a couple of days. You can visit us there, it's the same."

"Mom," Jasper greeted politely, stepping out of the car with gifts in hand. "I wanted to meet Grandma."

"That's thoughtful of you. Come on in. Are you tired from the drive? I'll prepare some food for you."

Inside the house, Jasper met Imogen's grandmother, Pippa Glaston—a benevolent old lady in her 80s.

In less than half an hour, the entire village learned that Imogen had returned with her husband, Jasper, for a visit.

Jasper was tall and handsome, driving a luxury car. The gifts he brought seemed valuable, clearly marking him as affluent.

The already narrow living room was crowded with a makeshift square table laden with snacks.