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?”

gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road. Instead, she admitted it was

of torture, they

she could no longer command her limbs.

for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff

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

vain to have treated the doctors to a meal today. Alexander was

your distant relative’s house first,”

made a

she had called ahead, and her distant relatives were

they arrived and served tea and

the initiative to chat with Abigail’s

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

sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the

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

every one

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

reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The

not even mention the

a sum

to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she

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

looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise

family that she had sold Annalise to

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

that. I don’t think so, though. Annalise lived in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She

farming was idle,”

air in the village is good. I’ll walk around and take a look,” Alexander

he got up and left the two-story building to

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

their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey,

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste

name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise Barton.

Anna

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

Alexander

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