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?”

dare to blame it on the road. Instead,

than three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond

no longer command

and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to have stopped

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

the doctors to a meal today. Alexander was displeased.

go to your distant relative’s house first,” he

made a call.

had called ahead, and her

they arrived and

with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked

was a 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

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

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

Lilian answered every one of

go to school. Did someone in the village teach her to write

did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter

even mention the

given her a sum of money to raise

to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could

the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to

and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and

tell the Barton family that she had sold

older men here whom Annalise respects?”

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,

couplets from someone else when farming was idle,”

in the village is good. I’ll walk around and

got up and left the two-story building to walk

fishing. He took a look around the pond and

buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to collect

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste

heard the name Anna mentioned, he

Anna

politely,

glanced at Alexander and then

The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter, his maternal granddaughter.”