Betrayal At The Altar

At Mrs. Smith’s words, a trace of hesitation flashed across Rachel’s eyes.

Old Mr. Smith’s birthday had been held grandly in the past three years, but it had nothing to do with Rachel.

The Smith family always kept her in the family because they were worried that Rachel’s background would be ridiculed.

Would Mrs. Smith be so kind as to ask her to stay for dinner?

Narrowing her eyes, Rachel gave Mrs. Smith a deep and long look and said, “Mrs. Smith, I appreciate your kindness, but I gotta go

now.”

Facing her indifferent attitude, Mrs. Smith had a hint of displeasure emerging in her eyes. “I know you hate me in your heart. I want to make up to you for the past. Are you gonna turn me down?”

“Just because you want to make up to me doesn’t mean I’ll let it go and forgive you,” Rachel said in a cold voice and walked away.

Rachel had never owed the Smith family a thing. Instead, the Smith family owed her too much.

Perhaps it was because of what Rachel had been through in her childhood that she had trouble accepting others‘ kindness, so she would remember their kindness and charity.

However, in the end, not only did the Smith family not show any appreciation, but they even devalued

and the Smith family were like fire and water. It was impossible for her to

personally made the

in

Rachel walked toward Old Mr. Smith’s courtyard room.

he liked to stay in a secluded garden, lie

on a rattan chair from afar. He was holding a birdcage in his hand and playing with

found by Rachel back then, but it had been raised by Old Mr. Smith all

the parrot’s smooth fur, she knew that it had

here. Old Mr. Smith has been talking about you all morning.” When the nanny saw Rachel, her face

put down the birdcage in his hand and sat up from the rattan chair. With a smile, he waved at Rachel.

he spoke, he clenched his fists and

you feeling

an old

explained, “I know my body. It’s not a big problem. It won’t kill