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

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached

could no longer command her

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

short of asking

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

to your distant relative’s house first,” he

Abigail immediately made

called ahead, and her distant relatives

warmly when they arrived and served tea

chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked

a 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.

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

Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her

then on, Lilian answered every

he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village teach her to

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

given her a sum of

her work,

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

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

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

men here

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.

else when farming was idle,” Abigail

village is good. I’ll walk around

two-story building to walk in the

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

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

The food doesn’t

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned, he

Anna was

older men politely, “Gentlemen,

men glanced at Alexander

asked Alexander, “What did you mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter, his maternal