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,

more than three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond

that she could no longer

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

her a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look in his

vain to have treated the doctors

your distant relative’s

immediately made

had called ahead, and her distant relatives were

when they arrived and served tea

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

beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there was not much emotional link to Abigail’s generation.

for Lilian’s support, the

she immediately turned her gaze

every one

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

I don’t know.” Lilian thought for a moment and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as a child laborer

did not even mention the matter

a sum

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

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

discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens

could not tell the Barton family that she had sold

any older men here

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

else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes, yes!”

village is good. I’ll walk around

up and left the two-story building

around the

and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey,

isn’t here. The food doesn’t taste as

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of Annalise Barton.

that Anna

took a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed Annalise

Alexander

The Anna I’m talking