Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 443

The Johnson family people and Rachel arrived at the hospital early to wait. Everyone was called to the side of the bed by Old Mr. Johnson. He said as if he was making the arrangements before dying, “Tom, Adrian, I don’t have any requirements for you but to swear that no matter what danger you encounter in the future, you have to protect Rae-Rae even if you have to risk your lives! Your sister passed away early. Rae-Rae is her only child. You have to protect her at all times!”

Tom and Adrian looked helpless, but under Old Mr. Johnson’s insistence, they had no choice but to swear.

Seeing the two of them swear, Old Mr. Johnson waved at Rachel. “Rae-Rae, do know what I want to say?”

you

Rachel lowered her eyes to hide her expression. “Grandfather, what do you want to say?”

“Do you really not know?” Old Mr. Johnson’s eyes flashed with a meaningful smile. “I’m about to enter the operating theater. Whether I can get off the operating table or not is up to fate. I hope you can promise me that you won’t have anything to do with David Jones from now on. He’s not a good match for you!”

Rachel did not know how to answer for a moment.

Old Mr. Johnson saw the situation and sighed faintly. “Why are you so stubborn? You’re exactly the same as your mother! See, I’m about to enter the operating theater. What if I can’t survive? Can’t you follow my words and make me happy?” “There’s no what ifs,” Rachel said, “The operation will definitely go smoothly.”

In the face of death, even Old Mr. Johnson, who had once dominated the business world, could not help but feel terrified.

was worried that there would be an accident during the operation and was even more worried that he would never wake up

wait for you to come out.” Rachel

Mr. Johnson pursed his lips and took a deep breath. He looked at Rachel with a solemn expression. “Alright, let’s have a good chat after the

“Okay.”

hours. Fortunately,

Johnson was pushed out of the operating theater, he was in a half-asleep state because the

Johnson, given his age, will be in intensive care for the next 24 hours, and when we make sure his vitals are stable, we’ll transfer him to a regular

“Thank you,” Rachel said.

“This is what I should do. If you

nodded and walked to the window of the intensive care unit. Through the glass, she looked at Old Mr. Johnson

gaze involuntarily landed

moment, only the numbers on it and the undulating

at ease.