Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 277 Grievance And Embarrassment

With the arrival of Uncle Tom, dinner had officially begun.

Although it was Aunt Eleanor’s birthday party, the people who attended were all biological relatives. It was also not as grand as a usual banquet.

With Tom’s current position and status, if he were too extravagant, he would be criticized and be the object of people’s speculation. There would probably even be unfavorable rumors about him.

It was better to sit together as a family like this and have a simple meal. The atmosphere was harmonious.

After dinner, Rachel handed over the gift that she had carefully chosen.

Sure enough, Eleanor’s eyes lit up when she saw it, a delighted smile spreading across her face.

Charles held back the admiration in his eyes and asked, “Is this the blue diamond that appeared in the Fujiby auction last night?”

Rachel nodded. “Yes.”

Hearing this, Charles could not help sighing quietly. She indeed had deep. pockets!

“As expected of a lady from the Johnson family. You’re so generous.” A peculiar voice called out.

The person who spoke was the youngest daughter of the Page family, Katy, who was two years younger than Rachel.

been at odds with Rachel since they were young and

furrowed slightly, his eyes cold. “Today is Aunt’s

her side? Don’t forget that I’m your biological

the word

reminding Charles, she also seemed to be reminding Eleanor of

fact.

of blood relations, Katy was Eleanor’s

In fact, the entire Page family favored Rachel, knowingly

and attention from the

ever since they were

atmosphere at the dining

regard for how it would reflect on him if he snapped at his niece, he defended

attending Eleanor’s birthday party as a

was very calm, without the slightest fluctuation. However, his

was cold.

afraid of

that Tom was slightly angry, Katy sat in her seat silently, her face

ashen.

“Katy, no one would force you to come if you didn’t want to. Since you’re here, don’t make things difficult

public?

that Lucas protected Rachel fiercely, almost like he

her palms, enduring her feelings of

embarrassment.