Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 322 Treating Her As A Fool

Rachel walked to a quiet corner. Just as she picked up the phone, Old Mr. Smith’s voice came from the phone. “Rae–Rae, it’s me.”

“What’s the matter?” Rachel’s cold voice was calm without a trace of warmth as if she was facing a stranger.

Old Mr. Smith had already expected her attitude, but when he really faced it, he could not help but feel a little disappointed.

It turned out that Rachel could really be so heartless. She could really turn her back on the three–year relationship between her and the Smith family. Old Mr. Smith took a deep breath before saying, “Rae–Rae, Jane is at fault this time. I apologize to you on her behalf. I hope you can forgive her.”

“She just has to pay the price for losing,” Rachel said.

Although Jane and Olivia did not fulfill their promise to pole dance, she did not lose anything in this bet, so there was no need to forgive them.

On the other hand, the Smith family…

Based on her understanding of the Smith family, the more Jane hated her,

more Mrs. Smith would hate

clothing.” Old Mr. Smith paused for a moment. “But Rae–Rae, as the saying goes, it takes two hands to clap. Although Jane is in the wrong, you shouldn’t have forced her to kneel down and bark like a dog, right? No matter what, she’s from the Smith family, and if she can’t live with her head held high, the Smith family will naturally

Smith’s words were like the iron

on behalf of

getting upset with Jane over a piece of clothing. It was Rachel’s fault for not understanding the big picture and being unforgiving. It was

bound together for

were filled with ridicule as she continued, “What does this have to do

to do with the

Smith family really think that she was a pushover who would not dare to retaliate even if she was bullied by Jane?

tone suddenly turned deeper when he heard this. There was a hint of anger in his mellow voice. “Rae–Rae, why are you doing this? You’ve always been sensible and you’ve always known your limits. How did

a mysterious glint in the depths of her beautiful eyes. “I wonder what identity you are using to accuse me, Old Mr. Smith?”

Mr. Smith choked.