Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 749

Rachel drove the car all the way to a private cemetery.

This was the resting place that her grandfather had chosen for her mother.

As her mother’s ashes had been stolen in the past, the cemetery was now guarded 24 hours a day.

Rachel was slightly stunned when she arrived.

She had originally planned to drive the car out for a spin, but for some reason, she ended up here.

After a moment, her lips curled into a self-deprecating smile.

She thought to herself, “Admit it. You keep saying that you hated her all these years, but you still really miss her.”

Rachel pursed her lips and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. She pressed her forehead against the steering wheel.

At this moment, there was a knock on the car window.

Rachel quivered in shock. Her clear almond-shaped eyes revealed a rare blank and absent-minded look.

She suddenly raised her head and slowly lowered the car window. She saw Ronnie, who was dressed in white.

“Why are you here?” Rachel looked at Ronnie with a probing gaze.

Ronnie let out a slight smile. “I’m here to pay my respects to a close relative.”

This place was surrounded by mountains and rivers. It was an excellent final resting place, which was why many people chose to set up a private cemetery here.

Hearing his words, Rachel did not think too much about it.

“What about you?” Seeing that Rachel was silent, Ronnie asked patiently, “Are you here to pay your respects too?”

Rachel was stunned for a moment before she slowly nodded.

“I suppose so,” she thought.

“Here’s a little something for you,” Ronnie said. He took out a box from his pocket. “I hope you like it.”

He did not give Rachel a chance to reject it and threw the box in through the car window.

He did not forget to say as he left, “Rachel, it’s a pleasure meeting you.”

This sentence came out of nowhere, making Rachel confused.

been overly friendly every time they met. Moreover, Ronnie and David were like fire and water, eternally at odds with each other. Therefore, she really could not figure out where the phrase “It’s a pleasure meeting

a message from Chris. He frowned slightly after reading the contents of the message. He stood up and walked to David’s side, then leaned over and whispered, “Sir, Chris just sent a message. Miss Grey went to the private cemetery and Ronnie appeared there.”

was not important. Only the last bit

was.

David were bitter enemies. As his trusted aides, they knew

Could it be that he planned to harm Rachel since he could not

him deeply. “Get Billy to go

“Understood.”

box that Ronnie had tossed into the car and saw a small

flipped over the card and her pupils dilated when she saw

card were the words “Happy Birthday”

not that Ronnie knew her birthday, but that the handwriting on it

sent by the mysterious

it be that Ronnie was the one who sent the

how did he know what she needed?

knew the cause of her illness. The Johnson family could not find anything even after spending a lot of money on famous doctors all

the cause of her illness, how could he have concocted the medicine to soothe

guesses arose in Rachel’s heart, but she could not find a reasonable explanation.

slowly leaned against her seat. After pondering for a long time, she

mother’s tombstone according to the location

white tulips, and

to check. The brazier was

person who burned the incense had

she had stopped at the entrance of the cemetery for a long time. The

words appeared in her

pay

“Close relative…

mother related to Ronnie by

ground in a daze. She quietly looked at the photo of the woman on the tombstone and could not help but sigh deeply. “To be honest, I really do

years, she could not figure out why her mother had

did not love her.

had given birth to her, why did she abandon her by

face had turned blurry in her memory, but she vaguely

mother had taught her how to play the

draw…

the memories of her mother lying coldly

she missed that feeling in her heart or because time had washed away the hatred in her heart, but she slowly sat in front of the

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