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

three hours of torture, they finally reached

felt that she could no longer command her limbs.

did not even dare to breathe deeply.

hand but stopped short of asking when she saw

knew she was vain to have treated the doctors to

relative’s

made a call.

had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

arrived and

Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about Annalise’s childhood.

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

family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each other at

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

Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

“Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone

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

the

had given her a sum of money to raise Annalise back then.

to school. Lilian could make her

not treat her as a

discussed buying Annalise to

tell the Barton family that she

any older men here whom Annalise respects?”

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. When the farm was idle,

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

is good. I’ll walk around and take

up and left the two-story building to

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

each other,

The food doesn’t

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned, he

Anna was Annalise Barton?

politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed

Alexander and

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