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

torture, they finally

she could no longer command her limbs.

held onto the steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to

Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw

treated the doctors to

distant relative’s house first,” he

immediately made a call.

ahead, and her distant relatives

warmly when they arrived and served

chat with Abigail’s

generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there was not much emotional

it were not for the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each other at

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

on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

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

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

her work, even torture her, but

treat her as a human. The little girl

for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens

she had sold Annalise to the older man.

any older men here

I don’t think so, though. Annalise lived in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She usually

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

good. I’ll walk around and take a

and left the two-story building

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

then, two older men picked up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old

here. The food doesn’t taste as good!”

the name Anna mentioned, he

be that Anna

took a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed

Alexander and then

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