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.

had never suffered like this

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

took a wider turn on the road. “What’s with your

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

of torture, they

could no longer

three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to

Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short of

to have treated the doctors to a meal today. Alexander was

to your distant

immediately made a

ahead, and her distant

warmly when they arrived and served tea

with Abigail’s distant relatives and

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

that Annalise’s family sent her over to ask for Lilian’s support, the

turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell

answered every

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

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

even mention the matter

Kent had given her a sum of money to raise

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

when Annalise was sent over at the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat her as a

buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and

tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the

any older men here whom Annalise respects?”

think so, though. Annalise lived in my house. In

learned to write couplets from someone else when farming

good. I’ll walk around and take a

up and left the

took a look around the pond

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

The food doesn’t

mentioned, he immediately

it be that Anna was

a step forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may