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?”

When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road. Instead, she admitted it was her

three hours of torture,

that she could no longer

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

hand but stopped short of asking when she

knew she was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal today.

to your distant relative’s house first,”

Abigail immediately made a

had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting at

they arrived and served tea and

chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked

the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she

it were not for the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s

turned her gaze

answered every one

he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village teach her to write couplets?”

for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not,

not even mention the

Kent had given her a sum

to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the little

not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to starve without regular

an older man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He also gave Lilian

she

older men here whom Annalise

thought of the older man 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

learned to write couplets from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said.

is good. I’ll walk around and take a

and left the two-story building to walk in

a look around the pond and wondered if it was

up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other,

food doesn’t taste

name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise Barton.

be that Anna was

instantly took a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed

men glanced at Alexander and then

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