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?”

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

hours of torture, they

could no longer command her limbs.

more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood

hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look in

was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal

relative’s

immediately made a

her distant relatives were

arrived and served tea and

to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives

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

fact 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.

on, Lilian answered every one

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

know.” Lilian thought for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with

did not even mention the matter

sum of

to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her,

at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her

came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him

Barton family that she had sold

older men here whom Annalise respects?”

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 fields

someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail

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

got up and left the two-story building to walk

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

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

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

name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise Barton.

that Anna

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

at Alexander and

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