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?”

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

hours of torture, they finally

she could no longer command her

tightly for more than three hours and did not even

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

the doctors to a meal today. Alexander was

relative’s

Abigail immediately made a

had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

arrived and

to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about

It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered a

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

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

Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

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

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 sold as a child laborer after a year.

did not even mention the

her a sum of

make her

sent over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a

Lilian and discussed buying Annalise

family that she had sold Annalise to

men here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander asked.

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 farm work. When the farm was idle, she would

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

village is good. I’ll walk around

and left the two-story building to walk in

a look around the pond and wondered if it was the

teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to collect the rods and have a bite.”

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste as

heard the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought

Anna

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

Alexander and then at Abigail.

them asked Alexander, “What did you mean? The Anna