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.

her maternal grandfather, everyone kept their mouths shut about their mother. It seemed that only then would they forget the cruel fact that

miss her?” Rachel Grey held the old

man shook his head. “In my heart, she

left.”

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

got to

man was looking up at an oil painting hanging on the wall while

on his walking stick.

if it was suggesting people to follow its footsteps, or warning people not to try to break into the forest.

sense of incompatibility in

it came from

“In order to avoid unnecessary

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

“They said that they were following orders given