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?”

she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on

torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

felt that she could no

than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her

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

was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal

your distant relative’s

made a call.

and her distant relatives were waiting

welcomed them warmly when they arrived and served tea and fruit

initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about Annalise’s

relative named Lilian Zabel, who was the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she

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

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

answered every one of

childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village teach her to write couplets?”

a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact,

did not even mention the matter

Kent had given her a sum of money to raise Annalise back

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

not treat her as a human. The little

Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He

Barton family that she

men here whom Annalise

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

Annalise 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,” Alexander said.

he got up and left the two-story building to

fish pond and someone fishing. He took a look around the pond and wondered if it was the

buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool,

food doesn’t taste

heard the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought

that Anna was Annalise Barton?

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

men glanced at Alexander and then at Abigail.

did you mean? The Anna I’m talking about