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?”

gaze, Abigail did not dare to

of torture,

no longer command her limbs.

hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were

hand but stopped short of asking when she saw

to have treated the doctors to

your distant relative’s house first,”

immediately made a call.

had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting at

they arrived and served tea

chat with Abigail’s distant

was the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and

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

immediately turned her gaze to

every one

got a good idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the village teach her

reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her

the

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

was not to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture

of six, Lilian did not treat her

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

Barton family that she had sold Annalise

any older men here whom

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

when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!” Lilian agreed without hesitation.

I’ll walk around and take a look,” Alexander said.

he got up and left the two-story building to walk

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

buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old

food doesn’t taste

name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of

that Anna was

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

at Alexander and then at Abigail.

Alexander, “What did you mean? The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter,