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?”

met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame

three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond

that she could no longer command her

had held onto the steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her

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

was vain to have treated the doctors

your distant relative’s house first,”

made a

and her distant relatives

they arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked

was a distant relative named Lilian Zabel, who was 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 link to Abigail’s generation.

for the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would

she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the

every

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

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 a

not even mention the matter

a sum of

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

tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to

looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks.

that she had sold Annalise to the older man.

here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander asked.

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

when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!” Lilian agreed without

walk

got up and left the two-story building

the pond and

buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool,

here. The food doesn’t taste as

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately

Anna was Annalise

greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may

men glanced at Alexander and then at

The Anna