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?”

not dare to blame it on the

hours of torture, they finally

she could no

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

a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look in his eye.

she was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal today. Alexander was displeased.

your distant relative’s house first,”

made a

and her

arrived

took the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant

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 generation.

fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each

about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail.

then on, Lilian answered every one of

idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village teach her 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 after a year.

did not even mention the matter to Kent

sum of money

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

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

for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens

family that she had

older men here whom Annalise respects?”

the older man who had bought Annalise back then. However, 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 us to do farm work. When the

else when farming was idle,” Abigail

in the village is good. I’ll walk around and take

he got up and left the two-story building to walk in the

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

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

food doesn’t taste as good!”

mentioned, he immediately thought

Anna

a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed

at Alexander and then at Abigail.

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