Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 163

Rachel Grey sat in Old Mr. Johnson’s car.

She looked at the slightly gloomy old man and called out softly, “Grandpa.”

“Why did you not call me when such a big thing happened?” Old Mr. Johnson snorted angrily, but he couldn’t help but look at her worriedly and with a wrenched heart.

Rachel Grey sensed that the old man was not really angry, and a bright smile appeared on her face. “I am just afraid that you will be worried, Grandpa. Besides, look at me now, I’m fine.”

She reached out and wrapped her arm around the old man’s as she spoke. She leaned on his shoulder and said softly, “Grandpa, do not be angry. I promise there is no next time.”

Old Mr. Johnson lowered his eyes and looked at the girl leaning on his shoulder. In Old Mr. Johnson’s eyes, Rachel Grey looked like his precious. daughter snuggling in his arms lovingly.

His cloudy eyes flickered slightly as he raised his hand to stroke her soft hair. “You look exactly like your mother.”

Upon hearing this, the smile on Rachel Grey’s face faded a little.

been a long, long time since she had heard anything

kept their mouths shut about their mother. It seemed that only then would they forget the cruel fact that their mother had passed

Rachel Grey held the old

the old man shook his head. “In

left.”

the Johnson family’s mansion, the other three men of the

of them got to Old Mr. Johnson’s

man was looking up at an oil painting hanging

his hands on his

forest in the sunset. There was a moose standing at the entrance to the forest as if it was suggesting people to follow its footsteps, or warning people not to try to break into the forest.

of incompatibility in the beautiful

famous artist. Instead, it came from

broke the silence. “In order to avoid unnecessary trouble for Rae–Rae, I have already

Johnson turned around

that they were following orders given by Olivia

placed his walking stick aside. He fiddled with the jade ring on his thumb and said