Uncovering My Wife's Secrets (Annalise and Julian) novel Chapter 87

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.

She had never suffered like this in her life!

The roads in the city were 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 to be distracted for a second, fearing they would fall into the ravine.

Alexander was displeased whenever Abigail took a wider turn on the road. “What’s with your driving?”

“I’ll be more careful.” When she met Alexander’s displeased gaze, Abigail did not dare to blame it on the road. Instead, she admitted it was her mistake.

After more than three hours of torture, they finally reached Pond Village.

Abigail felt that she could no longer command her limbs.

She had held onto 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 have stopped circulating.

She hoped that Alexander would give her a hand but stopped short of asking when she saw a distant look in his eye.

She knew she was vain to have treated the doctors to a meal today. Alexander was displeased.

“Let’s go to your distant relative’s house first,” he suggested.

“Okay.” Abigail immediately made a call.

Fortunately, she had called ahead, and her distant relatives were waiting at home.

They welcomed them warmly when they arrived and served tea and fruit platters.

Alexander took the initiative to chat with Abigail’s distant relatives and asked about Annalise’s childhood.

There was a 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 not much emotional link to Abigail’s generation.

If 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 interacted with each other at all.

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

From then on, Lilian answered every one of Alexander’s inquiries,

After Alexander 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 couplets?”

“Uh… I don’t know.” Lilian thought for 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 year.