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?”

more careful.” When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare

three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond

that she could no longer command

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

her a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look

the doctors to a

distant relative’s house first,” he suggested.

immediately made

her distant relatives were waiting at home.

when they arrived and served tea and

chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about Annalise’s childhood.

Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be

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

Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail.

answered every one of Alexander’s

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

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

the matter to

sum of money to

could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let

at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to starve without regular meals.

came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to

not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the older man.

any older men here whom Annalise

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 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

couplets from someone else when farming

village is good. I’ll walk around and take a look,”

got up and left the two-story building to walk in

took a look around the

older men picked up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each

here. The food doesn’t taste as

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought

Anna was

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

men glanced at Alexander and then

you mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter, his maternal