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?”

displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached

she could no longer command her

for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe

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

have treated the doctors to a meal

your distant relative’s house first,” he

made

ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

when they arrived and

Abigail’s distant relatives and

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

for Lilian’s support, the two families would not

about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just

then on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village

did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as a child laborer after a year.

did not even mention the

given her a sum

not to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the little girl die.

Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to

buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and

could not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise

any older men here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander

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 to

learned to write couplets from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes,

good. I’ll walk around and take a look,”

left the two-story building to walk in the

and someone fishing. He took a look around the pond and wondered

buckets. They teased each other,

The food doesn’t

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise

it be that Anna was Annalise

and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I

Alexander

of them asked Alexander, “What did you mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter,