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

mountain road after passing through the suburbs. It was amazingly frightening. Abigail did not

a wider turn on

be more careful.” When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road.

of torture,

she could no longer command

hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply.

would give her a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a

have treated the

distant relative’s house first,” he

Abigail immediately made a

and her distant

welcomed them warmly when they arrived and served tea and fruit

took the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about Annalise’s

generations, and she could not even be considered a cousin. Therefore, there was not much emotional link

sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not

turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the

on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

continued. “Annalise didn’t

that Annalise did not, in fact, live with

not even mention the matter to Kent

all, Kent had given her a sum

could make her work, even torture her,

over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a human. The little girl was left to starve without

discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He also

not tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to

here whom Annalise respects?”

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

else when farming was idle,” Abigail

village is good. I’ll walk around

and left the two-story building

and someone fishing. He took a look around the pond

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

food doesn’t taste as

Anna mentioned,

be that Anna was Annalise

instantly took a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if