Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 81

Rachel’s footsteps paused slightly, but she did not turn around to look at him, nor did she give him any

response.

However, Louis’s words aroused Mary’s curiosity. “Didn’t you break up with the Smith family? Besides,

the Smith family disliked you so much back then. Why did they invite you to the old man’s birthday

banquet now?”

Rachel hid her identity then and followed Louis back to the Smith family. None of the Smith family

members took a fancy to her. It was okay if they mocked her behind her back, but they also

prohibited her from participating in public events, claiming it was not good for girls to expose

themselves publicly. After all, they were just worried they would be embarrassed because Rachel was

a country bumpkin everyone mocked.

Rachel said, “Old Mr. Smith gave me something back then. After returning it, we’re even.”

“It’s a pity that Old Mr. Smith had a discerning eye back then.” Mary sighed softly. “But my heart is

always in a mess. I’m worried these ingrates will cause trouble during the birthday banquet.”

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Rachel glanced at her and said lightly, “As long as they’re not afraid of a happy celebration turning into

a funeral.”

After leaving the studio, Rachel returned to the company.

First, she held a two–hour meeting for the land of South Valley. Then, she returned to her office to

continue working.

Unknowingly, the sun slowly set in the west.

At this moment, Linda pushed the door open and walked in. She stood before Rachel and said

respectfully, “Ms. Grey, Mr. Ken Justin said he has something very important to see you about.“–

Rachel frowned. It was not because she was disgusted by Ken Justin’s appearance but because of the

inexplicable pain in her abdomen.

She adjusted her breathing slightly and pressed her palm hard on her abdomen. Her tone was no

different from usual. “Tell him he doesn’t have to see me if it’s not urgent.”

Linda responded and turned to leave the office.

The office door closed. Rachel bent her back in a sorry state and pressed harder on her abdomen. Her

hand on the table clenched into a fist.

After an unknown period of time, the pain gradually eased.

She slowly straightened up and took a deep breath. Then she poured a cup of hot water and sipped it.

At first, she thought that it was an old problem of stomach pain. She drank a little hot water and rested

for a while to relieve it. However, the colic pain came again when she was about to get off work, leaving

her to realize this might not be a simple stomach pain.

At this moment, her phone suddenly rang. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to get her phone.

However, the sharp pain attacked her again like a blunt knife stirring in her stomach. It was so painful

that she let out a muffled groan. Her knees went limp, and she fell to the ground.

When she fell, she accidentally overturned the phone on the table.

“Rae–Rae…” A man’s cold and gentle voice came from the phone, softening the radio wave’s

coldness.

Rachel curled up on the ground in pain. She pressed her hands tightly on her abdomen, her entire

body trembling uncontrollably. She tried her best to take a deep breath to make her voice not sound so

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incoherent. “Da, David…”

She did not know if David had heard her voice, but the call was hung up.

She resisted the pain and tried to call the emergency number, but her hands trembled uncontrollably.

The pain eroded her

consciousness, and her mind gradually became muddled.

Just as she was in a daze from the sharp pain, she vaguely saw Linda push the door open and enter.

When Linda saw her lying on the ground, she rushed forward in shock. “Ms. Grey, Rae–Rae…”

Rachel struggled to open her eyes. When she saw Linda appear, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

“I, I’m fine…”

Before she could finish speaking, her vision darkened, and she completely lost consciousness.

“Rae–Rae!” A familiar voice sounded in her ear. The calm voice was slightly trembling.

Rachel thought she had probably been poisoned by a poison called David Jones.

Otherwise, why would she hear David’s voice?

How could she feel him carrying her in his arms?

The man’s woody fragrance enveloped her as if she was not hallucinating.

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