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?”

careful.” When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on

of torture, they finally reached

felt that she could no

did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to have

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

the doctors to a meal today.

your distant relative’s house first,” he

Abigail immediately made

had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting at

when they arrived

chat with Abigail’s distant

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

to ask for

Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to

then on, Lilian answered every

got a good idea about 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 for long. The latter was sold as a

even mention the

all, Kent had given her a sum of money

not to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not

age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to starve without regular

looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise

that she

men here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander asked.

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

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

the village is good. I’ll walk around

and left the two-story building to walk in the field.

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

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

food doesn’t taste

the name Anna mentioned,

be that Anna was

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

glanced at Alexander and then at Abigail.

did you mean? The Anna