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?”

more careful.” When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it

more than three hours of torture, they finally

that she could no longer command her

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

but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look

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

relative’s house first,”

Abigail immediately made a

and her

warmly when they arrived and served tea

took the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives

of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there was not much

to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each other

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

then on, Lilian answered every one

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

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

even mention the matter to Kent Barton.

her a sum of money to

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

over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to starve without regular

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

Barton family that she

here

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

write couplets from someone else when farming was idle,”

air in the village is good. I’ll walk around and

and left the two-story building to

a look around the pond and wondered if it

older men picked up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old

The food

mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise Barton.

be that Anna was

forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen,

men glanced at Alexander and then at

did you mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter,