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.

not show any appreciation, but they even devalued her three years of hard work. They treated her

Rachel broke up with Louis, she and the Smith family were like fire and water. It was impossible for her to be with

Smith had not personally made the call, she would

in the Smith

Rachel walked toward Old Mr.

he liked to stay in a secluded garden, lie on a rattan chair, listen to music, and

Old Mr. Smith sitting on a rattan chair from afar. He was holding a birdcage in his hand

but it had been raised by Old Mr. Smith all

fur, she knew that it had been

you all morning.”

and sat up from the rattan chair. With a smile, he waved at Rachel. “You’re.

he spoke, he clenched his fists and coughed a few

you feeling unwell?”

an old problem.”

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