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, she admitted it was her

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached

she could no

had 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

a hand but stopped short of asking

the doctors to a

distant relative’s house first,” he

made a call.

and her distant

they arrived and served tea

to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives

distant relative named Lilian 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 generation.

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

Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to

then on, Lilian answered every one of

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

Lilian thought for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The

the

her a sum of money

instruction was not to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her,

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

man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He also gave Lilian

family that she had sold Annalise to the older man.

older men here

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

else when farming was idle,”

I’ll walk around

and left the two-story building to

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

They teased each other,

The food doesn’t taste as good!”

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise Barton.

it be that Anna

the older men politely,

men glanced at Alexander and then

mean? The Anna