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?”

did not dare

three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

that she could no longer command her

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

hoped that Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short

treated the doctors to a meal today.

your distant relative’s house first,” he

made a

called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting at home.

warmly when they arrived

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

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 link

to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each other at all.

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

answered every

got a good idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did

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

even mention the matter to Kent Barton.

had given her a sum of

Lilian could make her

treat her as a human. The little girl was left to starve without

discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He

tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise

any older men here whom Annalise

who had bought Annalise back then. However, she shook her head and replied, “Uh, 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.

Annalise learned to write couplets from someone else when farming

walk around and take a look,” Alexander

got up and left the two-story building to walk

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

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

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned, he

that Anna was Annalise Barton?

the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed Annalise Barton?”

Alexander and then at Abigail.

mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter,