Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 87 A Brush With The Truth

Abigail Barton was very reluctant to go to the countryside where Annalise lived.

She went along when they picked up Annalise last year. The countryside environment was simply unimaginable.

There were mud pits everywhere, and the stench of cow dung was disgusting.

She had no intention of going there a second time for the rest of her life after her first visit.

However, she relented and agreed when she saw Alexander’s unyielding look.

“Take your car!” said Alexander.

Abigail was speechless.

She cursed in her heart. It would take more than three hours of driving to reach the destination. There would be rugged mountain roads and rural trails after leaving the suburbs. It demanded driving skills and patience. The thought of that annoyed her.

“Alexander, why don’t I arrange for a driver?” Abigail suggested.

It was not as if the Barton family did not have a driver to spare. Why should she suffer?

“I don’t want anyone to know what we’re going to do,” Alexander replied.

“Okay then,” Abigail said.

She had no choice but to agree.

Then she went to get the car.

Abigail had planned to chat with Alexander along the way. First of all, she wanted to improve their relationship. Secondly, she wanted to show off her talent.

Unexpectedly, Alexander closed his eyes the moment he got into the car. He did not open them throughout the trip.

Abigail was extremely frustrated.

She had never suffered like this in her life!

The roads in the city were relatively flat in the beginning. Then they had to take a winding mountain road after passing through the suburbs. It was amazingly frightening. Abigail did not dare to be distracted for a second, fearing they would fall into the ravine.

Alexander was displeased whenever Abigail took a wider turn on the road. “What’s with your driving?”

gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road.

three hours of torture, they finally

that she could no longer command her

steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were

that Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a

was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal

relative’s house first,” he

Abigail immediately made a

called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about Annalise’s childhood.

Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered

it were not for the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two

immediately turned

every one of

he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone

for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not,

did not even mention the

a sum of money to raise

Barton’s instruction was not to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but

sent over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to starve without

Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He

the Barton family that she had

older men here whom

I don’t know about that. I don’t think so, though. Annalise lived in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She usually went

when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!” Lilian

village is good. I’ll walk around and

two-story building to walk in

around the pond and wondered if it was the pond that Annalise talked

then, two older men picked up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to collect the rods

isn’t here. The food

heard the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise Barton.

that Anna was Annalise

older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed

glanced at Alexander and then

Anna I’m talking