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

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond

no longer

wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to

Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short of asking

the doctors to a meal today.

distant relative’s

immediately made a call.

called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting at

arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about

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

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

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

on, Lilian answered every

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

a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as

not even mention the matter to Kent

given her a sum of money to raise

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

at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat

Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He also gave Lilian money.

tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise

there any older men here whom

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. “Yes, yes!”

walk around and take a look,” Alexander

and left the two-story

around the pond and wondered if it was the pond that Annalise talked about.

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

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste as good!”

heard the name Anna mentioned,

be that Anna was Annalise Barton?

a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if

at Alexander and then at Abigail.

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