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 the road. Instead, she admitted it

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

she could no longer command her

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

her a hand but stopped short

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

your distant relative’s

immediately made a call.

her distant relatives were

warmly when they arrived and served

initiative to chat with Abigail’s

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. Therefore, there was not much emotional link to

sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would

Lilian heard Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail.

then on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

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

Annalise did not, in fact, live with her

not even mention the matter to Kent Barton.

given her a sum of

Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but

not treat her as a human. The little girl

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

the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the older

men here whom Annalise respects?”

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

when farming was

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

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

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

then, 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

The food doesn’t taste as

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise

Anna was Annalise Barton?

politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is

at Alexander and then at Abigail.

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