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?”

met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on

hours of torture, they

no longer command her

than three hours and did not even dare to breathe

hand but stopped short of asking when she saw

the

distant relative’s house first,” he suggested.

Abigail immediately made a

ahead, and her distant relatives

arrived and

to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about Annalise’s childhood.

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

Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each other at all.

immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just

every one of Alexander’s inquiries,

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

that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as a child laborer after

even mention the matter

a sum of

school. Lilian could make her work,

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

buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and

not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise

men here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander

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

Annalise learned to write couplets from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!” Lilian

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

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

a look around the

and buckets. They teased each

The food doesn’t taste

mentioned,

it be that Anna was Annalise

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

glanced at Alexander and

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