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 the road. Instead, she admitted

torture, they finally reached Pond

no longer command her

wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so

but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look in his eye.

knew she was vain to have treated the doctors

to your distant relative’s house first,” he

made a

had called ahead, and her

them warmly when they arrived

with Abigail’s distant relatives

generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there

Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with each

Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her

Lilian answered every one

go to school. Did someone in the

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

not even mention the matter to Kent Barton.

a sum of money to raise

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

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

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

that she had

here

she shook her 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 work.

learned to write couplets from someone else when farming was idle,” Abigail said.

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

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

fishing. He took a look around the pond and wondered if it was the pond that Annalise talked about.

fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey,

The food doesn’t taste as good!”

the name Anna mentioned, he immediately

Anna

the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask

Alexander

The Anna I’m talking about is my granddaughter, his maternal