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

Rachel’s eyes i

suddenly rose

your husband. Do you have any plans for the

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

in your heart, and did you sincerely

that mercilessly cut open the

trembled uncontrollably, and her

lowered her head to avoid the

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

She squeezed through the crowd and took Linda and

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

could not move

should we do now? We

raised her eyes and stared at the group of

almond–shaped eyes stared intently at the reporters

eyes were like a bottomless cold lake,

they were in a dilemma, a group of people suddenly arrived.

the lead was wearing a black leather jacket and

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