Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 322 Treating Her As A Fool

Rachel walked to a quiet corner. Just as she picked up the phone, Old Mr. Smith’s voice came from the phone. “Rae–Rae, it’s me.”

“What’s the matter?” Rachel’s cold voice was calm without a trace of warmth as if she was facing a stranger.

Old Mr. Smith had already expected her attitude, but when he really faced it, he could not help but feel a little disappointed.

It turned out that Rachel could really be so heartless. She could really turn her back on the three–year relationship between her and the Smith family. Old Mr. Smith took a deep breath before saying, “Rae–Rae, Jane is at fault this time. I apologize to you on her behalf. I hope you can forgive her.”

“She just has to pay the price for losing,” Rachel said.

Although Jane and Olivia did not fulfill their promise to pole dance, she did not lose anything in this bet, so there was no need to forgive them.

On the other hand, the Smith family…

on her understanding of the Smith family, the more Jane hated

Mrs. Smith

a moment. “But Rae–Rae, as the saying goes, it takes two hands to clap. Although Jane is in the wrong, you shouldn’t have forced her to kneel down and bark like a dog, right? No matter what, she’s from the Smith family, and if she can’t live with her head held high, the Smith family will naturally be affected. You know the principle of prosperity

like the iron hand in a velvet

phone call sounded like an apology to Rachel on behalf of

Rachel’s fault for not understanding

understand that you’re bound together for

of her eyes were filled with ridicule as she continued, “What does this have to do with

nothing to do with the Smith

the Smith family really think that she was a pushover who would not dare to retaliate even if she was bullied by

the phone, Old Mr. Smith’s tone suddenly turned deeper when he heard this. There was a hint of anger in his mellow voice. “Rae–Rae, why are you doing this? You’ve always been sensible and you’ve always known your limits. How

in the depths of her beautiful eyes. “I wonder what identity you are using to accuse me, Old Mr. Smith?”

Smith choked.

home. I’ve done my best for the Smith family! Always been sensible? Always known my