Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 163

Rachel Grey sat in Old Mr. Johnson’s car.

She looked at the slightly gloomy old man and called out softly, “Grandpa.”

“Why did you not call me when such a big thing happened?” Old Mr. Johnson snorted angrily, but he couldn’t help but look at her worriedly and with a wrenched heart.

Rachel Grey sensed that the old man was not really angry, and a bright smile appeared on her face. “I am just afraid that you will be worried, Grandpa. Besides, look at me now, I’m fine.”

She reached out and wrapped her arm around the old man’s as she spoke. She leaned on his shoulder and said softly, “Grandpa, do not be angry. I promise there is no next time.”

Old Mr. Johnson lowered his eyes and looked at the girl leaning on his shoulder. In Old Mr. Johnson’s eyes, Rachel Grey looked like his precious. daughter snuggling in his arms lovingly.

His cloudy eyes flickered slightly as he raised his hand to stroke her soft hair. “You look exactly like your mother.”

Upon hearing this, the smile on Rachel Grey’s face faded a little.

It had been a long, long time since she had heard anything about her mother.

everyone kept their mouths shut about their mother. It

Grey held the

head. “In my

left.”

returning to the Johnson family’s mansion, the other three men of the

to

was looking up at an oil painting hanging on the

on

the sunset. There was a moose standing at the entrance to the forest as if it was suggesting people to follow

a strange sense of

come from any famous artist. Instead, it came from

the silence. “In order to avoid

matter regarding the reporters?” Old Mr. Johnson turned around and casually glanced at

that they were following orders given by Olivia Cruise.”