Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 420

“I know what you’re thinking. The fact is just as you think.” Linda noticed. everyone’s sympathetic gazes. She did not avoid them. Instead, she looked at everyone present frankly.

“I was once a victim of domestic sexual assault. This is a secret that I can never bring myself to say, but I can’t wrap fire in paper. I fainted during a PE class. because of an ectopic pregnancy. From then on, my classmates began to bully me. I endured campus bullying for a year.

“During that period, I didn’t dare to tell my mother. I was even more afraid that the school would contact my parents, so I chose to transfer schools. It was also at Pollister High School that I met Rachel.

“After Rachel and the others found out what happened to me, they tried their best to help me, so we discussed our escape plan. However, my beast father found out about this and took the opportunity to lock us up. Later, my mother picked up a knife during an argument with him and accidentally killed him. The four of us successfully escaped.

“After that, Adrian, a lawyer from Seaxas, found out what happened to me and had been helping my mother fight for a lighter punishment. I studied abroad with the Johnson family’s help.” Linda had thought that these words would be difficult to say, but she found that after saying them in one breath, she felt unprecedentedly relaxed and carefree.

“I want to tell everyone that Rachel didn’t kill anyone, nor did she participate in the killing. They have been protecting and taking care of me in their own way! The real murderers are unscrupulous reporters like you who talk about benevolence and morality and think that you can use your pens to seek justice!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent.

opinion online changed a

are really getting

This kind of person is not worthy of being

unknown newspaper offices are really embarrassing the media industry!”

bullet screen and asked coldly, “Have you investigated the background of

and said unhurriedly, “I’ve already

almond–shaped eyes were filled with unclear coldness. “Tell

a result. I

and slow, carrying

and Jessica were discussing in

strange about what happened

directed at the three of us, but the reporters are

Pollister.” Mary looked at Jessica

life in Pollister, but the last person who wanted to see Rachel live

them spoke, Linda and Naomi