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

of torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

could no longer command her

than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were

that Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short of asking

was vain to have treated the

distant relative’s house first,” he

immediately made a

she had called ahead, and her distant relatives

arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives

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

it were not for the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two

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

every one of

a good idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to

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

mention the matter to

her a sum of money to raise Annalise

send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the

six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl

following year, an older man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise

she

men here whom

in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She

someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!” Lilian

village is good. I’ll walk around

up and left the two-story building to walk in

a fish pond and someone fishing. He took a look around the

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

here. The food

mentioned, he

it be that Anna was Annalise Barton?

the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed Annalise

men glanced at Alexander and then at Abigail.

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