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.

suffered like this in

beginning. Then they had to take a winding mountain road after passing through the suburbs. It was amazingly frightening. Abigail did not dare to

wider turn

be more careful.” When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to

than three hours of

felt that she could no

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

that Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short of asking when

knew she was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal

to your distant relative’s house first,”

immediately

called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

them warmly when they arrived and served

initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and

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,

to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would

Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze

answered every one of Alexander’s

Alexander got a good idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go

did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as a child laborer

mention the matter to

her a sum of money to raise

to send Annalise to school. Lilian could make her work, even torture her,

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

buying Annalise to help

that she

here

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, she

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

is good. I’ll

he got up and left the two-story building

and someone fishing. He took a look around the

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

The food doesn’t taste

name Anna mentioned,

it be that Anna was

men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed