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 her leg and frowned.

leg in the restroom, Rachel returned to the

Johnson had fallen asleep when she

were discussing who should stay to watch

stay,” Rachel said

at each other. Tom then said,

head gently and looked up at Old Mr. Johnson lying on the bed. She spoke in a soft but firm tone, “I want to stay

hands and held her shoulder.

Adrian said, “Let’s go.

back.”

uncles had already

hospital, Rachel noticed the black Rolls-Royce parked

Her heart suddenly tightened.

He was still there?

standing in front of the car with one hand in his pocket. He exuded an indifferent and noble aura. Every movement

the street lamp shone on him, as if encasing him in a

hung low, he was replying to messages on

soon as he saw Rachel, the cold glint

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