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.

like this

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

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

did not dare to blame

of torture,

she could no longer

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

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

have treated the doctors to a meal today.

go to your distant relative’s house first,” he

Abigail immediately made a

her distant relatives were waiting

they arrived and served tea

chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and

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

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

asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her

then on, Lilian answered every

Alexander got a good idea about Annalise’s childhood, he continued. “Annalise didn’t go to school. Did someone in the

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 child laborer after a

did not even mention the

a sum

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

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

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

Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the

here whom Annalise respects?” Alexander

older man who had bought Annalise back then. However, 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

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

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

the two-story building to

a fish pond and someone fishing. He took a look around the

up their fishing rods and buckets. They teased each other, “Hey, old fool, it’s time to collect the rods and have a

The food

Anna mentioned, he immediately thought of

it be that Anna was Annalise

greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may