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 it on the road. Instead, she admitted it was her

three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

felt that she could no longer command her limbs.

hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood

but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look in

have treated the doctors to

distant relative’s

made a

had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

they arrived and served tea

to chat with Abigail’s distant

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

ask for Lilian’s support, the

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

on, Lilian answered every one of

a good idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village teach her to write

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 sold as a child laborer after

not even mention the

sum of money to raise Annalise back

could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the little girl

was sent over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat

for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens

family that she had sold Annalise to

there any older men here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander asked.

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

from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail

village is good. I’ll walk around and take a

up and left the two-story building to walk

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

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

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste as

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought

Anna

greeted the older men politely,

glanced at Alexander and then at

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