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?”

dare to blame it on the

than three hours of torture, they

no

not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so

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

treated the doctors

your distant relative’s house first,”

Abigail immediately made a

she had called ahead, and her

they arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and

distant relative named Lilian Zabel, who was the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even

fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not

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

answered every one

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

a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as

the matter

had given her a sum of money to raise

send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not

sent over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human.

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

not tell the Barton family that she had

here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander

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

couplets from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!” Lilian

is good. I’ll walk around and take a

and left the two-story building to walk

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

men picked up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each

The food doesn’t taste as

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought

Anna was Annalise

older men politely, “Gentlemen,

men glanced at Alexander and

“What did you mean? The Anna I’m talking