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?”

dare to blame it on

than three hours of torture,

felt that she could no

steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to have stopped circulating.

stopped short of asking when she

the doctors to a meal today. Alexander was

distant relative’s house

immediately made a

she had called ahead, and her distant relatives

them warmly when they arrived and served tea and

to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and

generations, and she

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

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

Lilian answered every

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

She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as a

even mention the matter to

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

school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the little girl die.

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

looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He also gave

not tell the Barton family that she had sold

men here whom

I don’t know about that. I don’t think so, though. Annalise lived in my house. In other words,

someone else when farming was

air in the village is good. I’ll walk around

left the two-story building to walk in

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

older men picked up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool,

here. The food doesn’t taste as

mentioned,

be that Anna was Annalise

older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I

at Alexander and then

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