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.”

could finish speaking, a group of reporters carrying cameras swarmed over and surrounded Linda and Naomi without saying

Rachel’s eyes i

of viciousness suddenly rose in the depths of her almond–shaped

murdering your husband. Do you have any plans for the future

a day as husband and wife creates a hundred days of gratitude. What kind of

your time in prison, did you suffer in your

words were like a sharp knife that mercilessly cut open the scar in Naomi’s

and her face

her head to avoid the camera.

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.

sorry. She can’t answer your questions.” Rachel suddenly appeared. She squeezed through the crowd and took Linda and

mosquitoes that had seen blood. They followed closely

could

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

at the group of reporters who had

was no emotion on her delicate face. Her clear almond–shaped eyes stared intently at the reporters surrounding

clear eyes were like a

a dilemma, a group of

the lead was wearing a black leather

of the car and called