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

after passing through the suburbs. It was amazingly frightening. Abigail did not dare to be distracted for

whenever Abigail took a wider turn

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

more than three hours of torture, they

she could no longer command

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

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

vain to have treated the doctors

to your distant relative’s

Abigail immediately made

she had called ahead, and her distant

arrived

the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives

the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not even be considered a

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

Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the truth,”

on, Lilian answered every one

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

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

mention the matter to

her a sum

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

at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human.

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

not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the

men here whom Annalise respects?”

Annalise lived in my house. In other words, she ate whatever we ate.

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

the village is good. I’ll walk around

up and left the two-story building to walk in

fishing. He took a look around the pond and

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

food doesn’t

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned,

it be that

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