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 in her

passing through the suburbs. It was amazingly frightening.

a wider turn on the road.

Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road.

than three hours of

she could

wheel tightly for more than three hours and did not even dare to breathe deeply. Her hands

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

she was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal

distant relative’s

immediately

called ahead, and her distant

welcomed them warmly when they arrived and

with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked

who was the great-granddaughter of Kent Barton. It was beyond three generations, and she could not

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

she immediately turned her gaze to

Lilian answered

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

did not reveal that Annalise did not, in fact, live with her for long. The latter was sold as a child laborer after

even mention the matter to

had given her a sum of money to raise Annalise back

Annalise to school. Lilian could make her

not

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

Barton family that she had sold Annalise to the

older men here

shook her head and replied, “Uh, I don’t know about that. I don’t think so, though. Annalise lived in

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

village is good. I’ll walk around

left the two-story building

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

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

The food doesn’t taste

Anna mentioned, he

be that Anna

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