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?”

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

torture,

felt that 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

her a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look in his

to have treated the

to your distant relative’s house first,” he

Abigail immediately made a

ahead, and her distant

when they arrived and served tea

Abigail’s distant relatives and

named Lilian Zabel, who was the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations,

to ask for Lilian’s support, the two

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

answered every one of Alexander’s inquiries,

idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the

don’t know.” 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

did not even mention the matter to Kent

Kent had given her a sum of money

make her work, even torture her, but she could not

treat her as a human. The little girl was left

man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise

the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to

older men here

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

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

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

and left the two-story

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

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

food

the name Anna mentioned, he

Anna was Annalise Barton?

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

glanced at Alexander

did you mean? The Anna I’m talking