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?”

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

hours of torture, they finally reached

that she could no longer command her

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

short of asking when she saw a distant look

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

to your distant relative’s house first,”

immediately made

ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

arrived and

to chat with Abigail’s distant

distant relative named Lilian Zabel, who was the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. 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

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

then on, Lilian answered every one

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

don’t know.” Lilian thought for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with

not even mention the

Kent had given her a sum

Barton’s instruction was not to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her, but she could not let the little

not treat her as a human. The little girl

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

Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the

men here

Annalise lived in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate. She usually went to the fields with us to do

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

walk around and take a

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

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

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

food doesn’t taste as good!”

name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought

that Anna was

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

men glanced at Alexander and

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