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?”

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

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached

that she could no longer command her limbs.

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

give her a hand but stopped short

was vain to have treated the doctors

to your distant relative’s house

Abigail immediately made

her distant relatives

warmly when they arrived and

Abigail’s

three generations, and she

the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families

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

answered every

“Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village teach her to write

did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as a child laborer after a

not even mention the matter to Kent Barton.

Kent had given her a sum of money to raise

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

over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was

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

Barton family that she had sold

men here whom Annalise respects?”

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 with

else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes,

in the village is good. I’ll walk around and take a look,”

left the two-story

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

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

The food doesn’t taste as good!”

heard the name Anna mentioned,

it be that Anna was

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

glanced at Alexander

did you mean? The Anna I’m