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 was

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond

she could no longer command

more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood

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

was vain to have treated the doctors

distant relative’s house first,”

made a

called ahead, and her distant relatives were

them warmly when they arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

took the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about Annalise’s

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 Abigail’s

over to ask for

immediately turned her gaze to

on, Lilian answered every

didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village teach her to write

not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The

mention the

her a sum of money to

to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her

tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to starve without regular

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

not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the

there any older men here whom

back then. However, she shook her 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 ate. She usually went to the fields with us to do

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

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

left the two-story building

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

each other, “Hey,

food

the name Anna mentioned, he

it be that Anna was

older men politely, “Gentlemen,

men glanced at Alexander and then at

Anna I’m talking about is my