My Dreamy Old Husband

Chapter 1443

As she exited the car, she followed the route that she recalled from memory. After crossing the road and heading up the small slope, there used to be a muddy passage in the past, but it has now been developed into two large highways.

It happened to be a weekend when Anna arrived at the village. Hence, there was quite a crowd in the village and she bumped into many familiar faces.

“Frankie Johnson! Sammy Johnson! Leslie Johnson!”

She yelled their names—all three of them were her childhood friends and although they were much older now, she immediately recognized them.

A few middle-aged figures, who were in their late forties to early fifties, turned when they heard her voice. They stared at her in confusion while giving her a once-over.

They did not recognize her, but they remembered Cooper and his family.

The villagers were utterly disappointed with the fact that he was about to remarry. Despite Anna’s death many years ago, he was still emotionally invested in the village—he established a factory and repaired its subway, which showed how devoted he was. Upon learning about his wedding, the village sent two representatives to deliver an expensive gift to him.

The villagers would be attending the wedding since Sophia was getting married to Michael. They were growing suspicious since they had witnessed Cooper entering the village with a strange woman who seemed to recognize the villagers.

“You are—” They were giving Anna a once-over. Although she was modestly dressed, she had an extraordinary elegance and temperament. Hence, it was obvious that the village was not her hometown.

Anna exclaimed in delight, “I am Anna—Annabel Johnson!”

“Anna!?” The crowd carefully regarded her again while they gazed at her in disbelief.

After she announced her identity, everybody seemed to look at her with a set of fresh eyes. The villagers seemed to gradually connect the woman in front of them with the pretty and mischievous young lady they remembered in their memories.

Anna! Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Annabel did not die! She

able to recognize her, but the younger generation did not.

to be the prettiest and most mischievous young woman in the village and its vicinity! Once the news of her dropping out of junior middle school was leaked out, many families came knocking on her door to

have a look at her.

for decades, she felt as though she had only left yesterday. Most of the names

of the older generation came forward to

Are you still alive? Uncle, it’s me, Anna!” Although Anna’s adoptive parents had passed away, she still had other surviving relatives. Their family was destitute when she was young. Hence, she would search

left, Sophia followed in her footsteps. Sophia would ask for food from other families when her aunt refused to feed her. Hence, she grew up on meals that were provided by the

would gossip about them once in a while, but whenever they prepared delicious food at home, they would still invite both mother and daughter to enjoy the feast together if those

and daughter harbored profound sentiment for the

then that

the things down, Michael distributed wedding invitations and health supplements for the older villagers. Not only that; he even handed some presents and red packets for the young ones. There were a

never met such a generous

the villagers maintained the house she used to live in, which was why it was well

courtyard and the weeds had been removed and cleaned up. The persimmon tree stood tall in the courtyard, whereas the hearth where Anna used to sleep in her

underneath the persimmon tree which withstood the test of time. However, the only

was missing, so they could only duplicate Callum to pretend that

who was in cryogenic sleep, there was a stab in

go for the whole day, but they enjoyed spending their weekend at the Johnson Family Village. They also accompanied Anna to

members of the older generation to be present for such an important event. Hence,

a state of chaos

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