Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 432

“That’s good.” Adrian secretly heaved a sigh of relief. “Do you know what happened?”

Old Mr. Johnson had always been in good health. There was no way he would suddenly have high blood pressure.

Rachel frowned, and her expression became stern at Adrian’s question. “I heard from Mr. Chadwick that grandfather had received a call from the cemetery night watchman, who told him that someone had taken Mom’s ashes.”

Adrian’s eyes narrowed behind his lens. Hostility rose in his eyes. “Who did that?”

That was a resting place for souls, but someone had pried open her mother’s tombstone and robbed her ashes. What resentment could the robber possibly bear?

“It’s still under investigation,” Rachel said.

At this moment, the door of the operating theater swung open, and the attending doctor walked out.

Rachel and Adrian immediately went up to him and asked in unison, “How’s my father?”

“How is my grandfather?”

The attending doctor took off his mask. As soon as Adrian saw his face, his pupils constricted, and shock filled his eyes.

He was Wharton, the famous brain specialist of the international medical organization!

With 5 years of experience, Wharton was well-known for his flawless techniques and no mortality. He was considered a miracle healer who could bring back anyone on the brink of death.

He was truly a National Healer!

Wharton nodded at Rachel and said slowly, “Old Mr. Johnson’s blood pressure was too high, and we have administered the appropriate treatment. According to the examination report, his blood vessels are too narrow. To avoid any serious cerebral infarction in the future, we suggest implanting a stent after his condition stabilizes.”

in his eyes and

Johnson.” Wharton said, “Miss

a long hard look at Rachel,

and

great lengths

later, Old Mr. Johnson started to regain

across his family, including his grandson Lucas,

went up to him. “How

on Rachel, and he

nodded, but tears uncontrollably

touched her face and said adoringly, “Why is our precious Rae-Rae

hand to wipe away her tears, but she could not stop

the thought of losing someone she loved again. She was terrified

old. That day will eventually come.” Old Mr. Johnson gently

hand and said firmly, “You will live to a ripe

and said, “Then

moment. “Rae-Rae, get grandfather a glass of

Rachel took the kettle and went out of the

knowing gaze, Lucas got

Mr. Johnson looked at

and all

sighed deeply and stared at

already decided, and Rachel

Rachel noticed the black Rolls-Royce

Her heart suddenly tightened.

He was still there?

a black suit and was standing in front of the car with one. hand in his pocket. He exuded an indifferent and