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 the road. Instead, she

torture, they

could no longer command her limbs.

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

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

treated the doctors to a

go to your distant relative’s house first,”

made a call.

she had called ahead, and her distant

arrived and served tea and

took the initiative to chat with Abigail’s

great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could

ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have

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

every

“Annalise didn’t go to

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

did not even mention the matter to Kent Barton.

Kent had given her a sum of money to raise Annalise back

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

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

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

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

men here

lived in my house. In other words, she

write couplets from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes,

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

got up and left the two-story building to

a look around the pond and

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

food

heard the name Anna mentioned, he

that Anna was Annalise

politely, “Gentlemen, may I

Alexander and then at

“What did you mean? The Anna