Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 100

At Mrs. Smith’s words, a trace of hesitation flashed across Rachel’s eyes.

Old Mr. Smith’s birthday had been held grandly in the past three years, but it had nothing to do with Rachel.

The Smith family always kept her in the family because they were worried that Rachel’s background would be ridiculed.

Would Mrs. Smith be so kind as to ask her to stay for dinner?

Narrowing her eyes, Rachel gave Mrs. Smith a deep and long look and said, “Mrs. Smith, I appreciate your kindness, but I gotta go

now.”

Facing her indifferent attitude, Mrs. Smith had a hint of displeasure emerging in her eyes. “I know you hate me in your heart. I want to make up to you for the past. Are you gonna turn me down?”

“Just because you want to make up to me doesn’t mean I’ll let it go and forgive you,” Rachel said in a cold voice and walked away.

Rachel had never owed the Smith family a thing. Instead, the Smith family owed her too much.

through in her childhood that she had

family not show any appreciation, but they even devalued her three

she and the Smith family were like fire and water. It was impossible for her to be

Smith had not personally made

foot in the Smith

Rachel walked toward Old Mr.

Smith got old, he grew weary of the lively atmosphere. Instead, he liked to stay in a secluded garden, lie on a rattan chair,

when Rachel arrived at the small garden, she saw Old Mr. Smith sitting on a rattan chair from afar. He was holding a birdcage in his hand and playing with the

but it had been

fur, she knew that it had been carefully

here. Old Mr. Smith has been talking about you all morning.” When the nanny saw Rachel, her face was filled with

the birdcage in his hand and sat up from the rattan chair.

fists and coughed

feeling

old

explained, “I know my body. It’s not a big problem.

turned her head and spat a few times. She darted Old Mr. Smith an angry look and said, “Today is your birthday. It’s so unlucky