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?”

careful.” When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it

of torture, they finally reached

that she could no longer

held onto the steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to have stopped circulating.

give her a hand but stopped short of asking when she

treated the doctors to a meal

your distant relative’s house first,” he

Abigail immediately made a

she had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting at

they arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

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

the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there was not much emotional

her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each other

Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the truth,”

then on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village

know.” Lilian thought for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was

not even mention the

a sum

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

at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat

looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him

could not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the older

any older men here

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 the fields with us to do farm work. When the farm

couplets from someone else when farming

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

and left the two-story building to walk in

saw a fish pond and someone fishing. He took a look around the pond and wondered if it was the pond that

and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to collect the rods and have

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste as good!”

Anna mentioned, he immediately thought

that Anna

older men politely, “Gentlemen,

Alexander and then at

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