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?”

did not dare to blame it on the road. Instead, she admitted

torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

no longer command her limbs.

for more than three hours and did not even

short of asking when she saw a distant look

was vain to have treated the

relative’s house first,” he suggested.

made a

and her distant relatives were waiting at home.

welcomed them warmly when they arrived

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

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

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

immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the truth,” said

every one

good idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone

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

not even mention the matter to Kent

had given her a sum

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

at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a

an older man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and

not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to

any older men here

of the older man who had 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 house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She usually went to the fields with us to do farm

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

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

up and left the two-story building to

the pond and wondered if it was the pond that Annalise

teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to collect the

The food doesn’t taste

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned, he immediately

it be that Anna was Annalise

greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna

men glanced at Alexander and then

“What did you mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter, his maternal granddaughter.”