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.

on her leg and frowned. “You need to run cold water over it now.

her leg in the restroom, Rachel returned to the

Mr. Johnson had fallen asleep when

who should

stay,” Rachel said

Tom then said,

at Old Mr. Johnson lying on the bed. She spoke in a

her shoulder. “The doctor has already said

protest, Adrian said,

back.”

already decided, and Rachel

outside the hospital, Rachel noticed the black Rolls-Royce

Her heart suddenly tightened.

He was still there?

man was wearing a black suit and was standing in front of the car with one hand in his pocket. He exuded an indifferent and noble aura. Every movement he made

street lamp shone on him, as if encasing

on his phone. Then,

cold glint disappeared from his

her heart, or maybe it was instinct. Rachel