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.

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

took a wider turn

displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it

hours of torture,

felt that she could no longer

not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that

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

vain to have treated the doctors

your distant relative’s house

immediately

called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting

warmly when they arrived and served tea and fruit

to chat with Abigail’s

distant relative named Lilian Zabel, 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

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

she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell the

answered every one

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

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

did not even mention the matter

her a sum of money to

make her work, even torture her, but she could

the tender age of six, Lilian did not treat

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

not tell the Barton family that

men here whom Annalise respects?”

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 with us to do

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

good. I’ll walk around and take a

and left the two-story building to walk

a look around the pond and wondered if it was

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

food doesn’t taste

the name Anna mentioned, he

be that Anna was Annalise

greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen,