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?”

Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road. Instead, she admitted it was her mistake.

hours of torture, they

felt that she could no

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

Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short of

have treated the doctors to a meal

relative’s house first,” he suggested.

Abigail immediately made a

and her distant relatives were

when they arrived and served tea and

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

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

sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the

Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail.

Lilian answered every one

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

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

the matter to Kent Barton.

had given her a sum of money to raise Annalise back

school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but

six, Lilian did not treat her as

older man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and

not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the older

older men here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander asked.

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 was idle, she would play with the

someone else when farming

is good. I’ll walk around and take

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

pond and someone fishing. He took a look around the pond and wondered if

teased each

The food doesn’t

Anna mentioned, he immediately

that Anna was

instantly took a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen,

men glanced at Alexander and

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