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?”

did not dare to blame it on the road. Instead, she

than three hours of torture, they finally

felt that she could no longer command her

had held onto the steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to

short of asking when she saw

she was vain to have treated the

to your distant relative’s

immediately made a

called ahead, and her

welcomed them warmly when they arrived and served

Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about

distant relative named Lilian Zabel, 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 not much emotional link

family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each other at all.

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

on, Lilian answered every one

“Annalise didn’t go to school.

did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was

mention the matter to

her a sum

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

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

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

that she had sold Annalise to the older man.

men here

she shook 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 with

learned to write couplets from someone else when farming was

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

and left the two-story building

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

then, two older men picked up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old

The food doesn’t taste as good!”

name Anna mentioned, he immediately

Anna was Annalise Barton?

men politely, “Gentlemen, may

men glanced at Alexander and

mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my