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 her

mountain road after passing through the suburbs. It was amazingly frightening. Abigail did not dare to be distracted for a second, fearing they would

displeased whenever Abigail took a wider turn

dare to blame it on the road. Instead,

more than three hours of torture, they

she could no longer command her

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

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

treated the doctors to

distant relative’s

Abigail immediately made a

and her distant relatives were waiting at

them warmly when they arrived and served tea and fruit

to chat with Abigail’s

generations,

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

heard Alexander asking about Annalise Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the truth,” said

then on, Lilian answered

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

and replied. She did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live

not even mention the matter to

sum of money to raise Annalise back

her work, even torture her,

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

older man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks. He also gave Lilian

not tell the Barton family that she

any older men here whom Annalise

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

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

is good. I’ll walk around and take a look,”

got up and left the two-story building to walk in the

He took a look around the pond and

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

isn’t here. The food

Alexander heard the name Anna mentioned,

that

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