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.

never suffered like this in

road after passing through the suburbs. It was amazingly frightening. Abigail did

was displeased whenever Abigail took a wider turn on the road. “What’s with

displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road. Instead, she admitted it was

than three hours of torture, they finally

she could no longer command

the steering wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands were so stiff that blood seemed to

but stopped short of asking when she

she was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal

to your distant

Abigail immediately made

and her

when they arrived and served tea

chat with Abigail’s distant relatives

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,

over to ask for Lilian’s support, the two families would not have interacted with

Barton, she immediately turned her gaze to Abigail. *Just tell

Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s

Alexander 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

mention the matter to Kent

given her a sum

school. Lilian could make her work, even

at the tender age of six, Lilian did not

year, an older man came looking for Lilian and discussed buying Annalise to help him raise chickens and ducks.

tell the Barton family that she had sold Annalise to

there any older men here whom

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 with us to do farm work. When the farm was idle, she would

else when farming was idle,” Abigail said. “Yes,

I’ll walk around and take a look,”

he got up and left the

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

teased each other, “Hey, old

isn’t here. The food doesn’t

heard the name Anna mentioned, he

it be that

forward and greeted the older men politely, “Gentlemen, may I ask if Anna is indeed