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?”

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

hours of torture,

no longer

wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so

give her a hand but stopped short of asking when

the doctors to

relative’s house

made

she had called ahead, and her distant

arrived and served tea

chat with Abigail’s distant

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

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

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

on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go

not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold

the matter to Kent Barton.

sum of money to raise

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

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

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

could not tell the Barton family that she

there any older men here whom Annalise

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.

someone else when farming was

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

and left the two-story building to walk in the

took a look around the pond and wondered if it was the pond that Annalise talked about.

each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste as

Anna mentioned, he immediately

Anna

men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is

men glanced at Alexander and then at Abigail.

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