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 on the

than three hours of torture, they

could no

even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands

a hand but stopped short of asking when she

vain to have treated the doctors to a meal today. Alexander was displeased.

your distant relative’s house

immediately made

had called ahead, and her

they arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

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

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

were not for the fact that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the

Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the truth,” said Abigail.

Lilian answered every one

didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village

did not, in fact, live with her

even mention the matter to

Kent had given her a sum of money to raise Annalise

Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the little girl die.

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

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

family that she had sold Annalise to the

older men here whom Annalise respects?”

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,

from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!” Lilian agreed

is good. I’ll walk around and take

the two-story building

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

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

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste as good!”

the name Anna mentioned,

that Anna was Annalise Barton?

instantly took a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen,

men glanced at Alexander and then at

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