Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 416

After an hour’s journey, Rachel and the others successfully arrived at Pollister Prison.

Not long after, the prison door opened and a thin figure slowly walked

out.

The woman was about forty years old, but her face did not have the charm that people her age should have. She looked so lonely and depressed, like a burning candle.

Her body was slightly hunched. Facing the scenery outside, she was at a loss.

“Mom!” Linda quickly rushed forward and hugged her tightly.

Naomi was stunned. She couldn’t help but feel a lump in her throat. She reached out and gently stroked Linda’s back. “Mommy is here.”

Rachel and the others did not rush forward. Instead, they stood in front of the car and quietly watched the mother and daughter reunite.

Mary raised her hand and pushed her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. She suppressed the bitterness in her eyes and looked elsewhere. “What kind of perfect ending is worthy of the suffering of the first half of their lives?”

Jessica said slowly, “If we look forward, we will always be able to see the day when we stand out.”

reporters carrying cameras swarmed over and surrounded Linda

Rachel’s eyes i

viciousness suddenly rose in

husband. Do you have any plans for the future now that you’re out

and wife creates a hundred days of gratitude. What kind of deep hatred made you

prison, did you suffer in your heart, and

like a sharp knife that mercilessly

body trembled uncontrollably, and her face turned pale.

subconsciously lowered her head

reporter in front of her refused to give up. He wished he could point the camera directly at her face. “Naomi, back then, you confessed to the crime but didn’t mention anything about the process. Is there

appeared. She squeezed through the

reporters behind Rachel were like mosquitoes that

was surrounded and could

“What should we do now? We can’t stay here and

and stared at the group of

almond–shaped eyes stared intently at the reporters

like a

in a dilemma, a group of people suddenly

black leather jacket and exuded a

the front of the car and called respectfully, “Miss Grey.”

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