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?”

she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road.

more than three hours of torture, they finally

could no longer command her

than three hours and did not even

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

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

distant relative’s house first,” he suggested.

immediately made a

called ahead, and her distant

them warmly when they arrived and served tea

Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about

was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there was not much emotional link

it were not for the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each other at all.

heard Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her

answered every

childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in

don’t know.” Lilian thought for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was

mention the matter to

had given her a sum of money to raise

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

treat her as a human. The little

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

she had sold Annalise

men here whom

head and replied, “Uh, I don’t know about that. 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

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

is good. I’ll walk

up and left the two-story building to walk in the field.

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

two older men picked up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to

food doesn’t taste as

name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise

Anna

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

Alexander and then at Abigail.

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