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.”

swarmed over and surrounded Linda and Naomi without saying a

Rachel’s eyes i

a wave of viciousness suddenly rose in the depths of her almond–shaped eyes.

then, you were convicted of murdering your husband. Do you have any plans for the future now

hundred days of gratitude. What kind of deep hatred made you kill your

in your heart, and did you sincerely repent?”

like a sharp knife that mercilessly cut

uncontrollably, and her face turned pale.

subconsciously lowered her head to avoid the camera.

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.

your questions.” Rachel suddenly appeared. She squeezed through the

reporters behind Rachel were like mosquitoes that had seen blood. They followed

and could

low voice, “What should we do now? We can’t stay here and waste time

the group of reporters who had suddenly appeared.

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

pure and clear eyes were like a bottomless cold lake, filled

a dilemma, a group of people

was wearing a black leather jacket and exuded a

to the front of the