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?”

When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road. Instead,

hours of torture,

that she could no longer command her limbs.

had held onto the steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe

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

treated the doctors to a meal today.

to your distant relative’s house first,” he

made a

she had called ahead, and her distant

they arrived and served tea

Abigail’s

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 Abigail’s

over to ask for Lilian’s support,

she immediately turned

on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

good idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to

not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact,

not even mention the matter to

had given her a sum

Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the little

did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to

year, an older man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help

she had sold

there any older men here whom

lived in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She usually went to the fields with us to do farm work. When the farm was idle, she would play

when farming was idle,” Abigail

good. I’ll walk

two-story building

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

up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste

heard the name Anna mentioned,

it be that Anna was

a step forward and greeted the older men politely,

Alexander

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