Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 433

Rachel stood in front of the drinking machine. “Have you checked the surveillance cameras near the cemetery?”

“I did,” Lucas said. “I could not find anything.”

The culprit dared pry open the tombstone and take Aunt Sophia’s ashes away. That could only mean that he had planned for this.

If not for the staff patrolling the cemetery at night, the culprit would have done the deed without anyone noticing.

Rachel had some calculated guesses who the culprit might be.

Her intuition told her this had something to do with that person she met at the cemetery that day.

It was just her suspicion.

But once there were suspicions, it was as good as passing a verdict.

Rachel was so engrossed in her thoughts that she did not notice the boiling water overflowing from the kettle.

The water splashed onto Rachel’s legs. She immediately came to her senses and instinctively stepped back from the kettle.

the red mark on

in the

had fallen asleep when

who should stay to watch over Old Mr.

stay,” Rachel said

looked at each other. Tom then said, “Rae-Rae, I’ll stay

head gently and looked up at Old Mr. Johnson lying on the bed.

and walked to Rachel’s side. He reached out his hands and held her shoulder. “The doctor has already said that your grandfather is fine. Go back and rest tonight. Come back

protest, Adrian said, “Let’s

back.”

already decided, and Rachel was

Rachel noticed the black Rolls-Royce parked in the parking

Her heart suddenly tightened.

He was still there?

in front of the car with one hand in

lamp shone on him, as if encasing him in a layer

messages on his phone. Then, as if

glint disappeared from his

presence had softened her heart, or maybe it was instinct. Rachel