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.

was because of what Rachel had been through in her childhood that she had trouble accepting

forward bravely. However, in the end, not only did the Smith family not show any appreciation, but they even devalued her

family were like fire and water. It was impossible for her to

Smith had not personally made the call, she would

foot in the

Rachel walked toward

grew weary of the lively atmosphere. Instead, he liked to stay in a secluded garden, lie on a rattan chair, listen to music, and

Mr. Smith sitting on a rattan chair from afar. He was holding a birdcage in his

it had been raised by

at the parrot’s smooth fur, she knew that it had been carefully raised.

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

Mr. Smith hurriedly put down the birdcage in his hand and sat up from the rattan chair. With a smile,

his fists

feeling

old

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

spat a few times. She darted Old Mr. Smith an angry look