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 lot.

are really getting more and more

slandered others to create stunts. This kind of person is not

newspaper offices

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

all the local newspaper offices in Pollister.” David held Rachel’s hand and said unhurriedly, “I’ve already sent someone to investigate. I believe there will be a

Her almond–shaped eyes were filled with unclear coldness.

a result. I want to deal with

was indifferent and slow,

Mary and Jessica were discussing

strange about what happened

seems to be directed at the three of us, but the reporters are all

is Pollister.” Mary looked at Jessica with a meaningful smile.

were many people who did not want to see Rachel live a good life in Pollister, but the last person who wanted to

the two of them spoke, Linda and