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…

understanding of the Smith

more Mrs. Smith would hate

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

were like the iron hand in a velvet glove.

sounded like an apology to Rachel on behalf of

It was Rachel’s fault for not understanding the big picture and being unforgiving. It was Rachel’s fault for not caring about the Smith

I understand that you’re bound together for good or ill,

filled with ridicule

had nothing to do with

Smith family really think that she was a pushover who would not dare to

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

squinted slightly, and there was a mysterious glint in the depths of her beautiful eyes. “I wonder what identity you are using to accuse me, Old Mr. Smith?”

Mr. Smith

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