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 on

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

that she could no longer command her limbs.

wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to have stopped circulating.

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

to have treated the

your distant relative’s house

Abigail immediately made

and her distant relatives were waiting

warmly when they arrived and served tea

chat with Abigail’s distant

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

not for the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for

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

on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

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

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

mention the matter

given her a sum of money to raise Annalise back then.

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

sent over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a

following year, an older man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and

she had

here

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

Annalise learned to write couplets from someone else when farming was idle,”

walk around and take a look,” Alexander said.

the two-story building to walk

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

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

food doesn’t taste as

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned, he

it be that Anna was Annalise Barton?

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

at Alexander and

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