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?”

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

torture, they finally

she could no longer command her limbs.

than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply.

stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look

to have treated the

relative’s house

Abigail immediately made a

her

arrived and served tea and

with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked

who was the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there was not much emotional

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

she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the truth,” said Abigail.

Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

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

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

not even mention the matter to

Kent had given her a sum of money to raise Annalise

could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the

age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to

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

Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the older

any older men here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander

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 my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She usually went to the

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

good. I’ll walk around and take a

the two-story building to walk in

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

rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to collect the rods and

here. The food doesn’t

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise

that Anna was

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

Alexander and then at

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