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 Pond Village.

no longer command her

the steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply.

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

have treated the doctors to a meal today.

your distant relative’s house first,” he

made

she had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

arrived and

with Abigail’s distant relatives and

Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore,

her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the

Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just

Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s inquiries,

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

reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her

not even mention the matter

given her a sum of money to

was not to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the little girl

age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl

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

Barton family that she had

there any older men here

bought Annalise 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

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

good. I’ll walk around and take a look,” Alexander said.

up and left the two-story building to walk in the field.

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

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

here. The food

Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise

it be that Anna was Annalise

a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed Annalise Barton?”

glanced at Alexander and

Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter, his