Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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

Rachel’s eyes i

rose in the depths of her

of murdering your husband. Do you have any

hundred days of gratitude. What kind of deep hatred

did you suffer in your

that

and

her head to

wished he could point the camera directly at her face. “Naomi, back then,

She squeezed through the crowd and took Linda and

Rachel were like mosquitoes that had seen blood. They followed closely

car was surrounded and could not move at all.

in a low voice, “What should we do now? We

at the group of

emotion on her delicate face. Her clear almond–shaped eyes stared intently at the reporters surrounding the car.

pure and clear eyes were like a bottomless cold lake, filled with destructive hostility.

dilemma, a group

man in the lead was wearing a black leather jacket and exuded a

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