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

torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

that she could no longer command her

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

her a hand but stopped short of asking

knew she was vain to have treated the doctors to a

distant relative’s house

immediately made a call.

her distant relatives were waiting at

arrived and served

with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about

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 to Abigail’s

to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each

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

every one of Alexander’s inquiries,

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

don’t know.” Lilian thought for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The

even mention the matter

had given her a sum of money to raise Annalise back then.

instruction was not to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work,

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

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

tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the older

here whom Annalise respects?”

so, though. Annalise lived in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She usually went to the fields with us

Annalise learned to write couplets from someone else when farming

walk around and take a look,” Alexander

two-story building to walk

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

their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to collect the rods

The food doesn’t taste as good!”

name Anna mentioned,

it be that Anna was

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

glanced at Alexander and then at Abigail.

you mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter,