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?”

not dare to blame it on the road.

than three hours of torture, they finally reached

no

than three hours and did not even dare

her a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a

knew she was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal today.

relative’s house first,” he suggested.

made

she had called ahead, and her distant relatives

they arrived and

Abigail’s

was the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered

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

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

every one of Alexander’s inquiries,

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

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

mention the matter

her a sum of money to raise Annalise

her work,

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

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

Barton family that she had sold Annalise

any older men here whom

though. Annalise lived in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She usually went

to write couplets from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!” Lilian agreed without

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

the two-story

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

and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey,

food doesn’t taste

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought

it be that Anna was Annalise Barton?

took a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I

glanced at Alexander and

The Anna I’m talking