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 road. Instead, she admitted it

of torture, they finally reached

that she could no longer command her limbs.

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

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

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

distant relative’s house

immediately made a

her distant relatives were waiting at home.

them warmly when they arrived and served tea

took the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about

three generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there was not much emotional link to

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

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

on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s inquiries,

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

Lilian thought for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her

did not even mention the matter to Kent

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

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 starve without regular

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

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

older men here

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 farm was idle,

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

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

got up and left the two-story building to walk

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

buckets. They teased each

The food

mentioned, he immediately

be that Anna

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

glanced at Alexander

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