Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 10

Chapter 10

David Jones turned toward her grandma and noticed the slyness in her eyes. He grinned. “I’ll never

forget your kindness, grandma.”

“You, brat!” Old Mrs. Jones threw him an irritated glance before raising her brows

triumphantly. “I did not do it for you. I’m doing it so that I get to meet my great–grandchild

soon.”

David looked downward, hiding the gloom beneath his sight. “That’s a promise then, grandma. She will

be my bride. You won’t regret it, no matter what the future may bring.”

“There’s nothing I trust more than my instinct.” Old Mrs. Jones spoke. “You’re the one that needs to

work hard and win her heart soon. From what I observe, she isn’t interested in you.”

That was precisely David’s worry.

No woman would reject him, considering his eligibility.

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But Rachel did not seem wavered by what he could offer and did not seem attracted to him

at all. That was a colossal blow to his confidence.

“Maybe you can guide me on that?” David glanced at Old Mrs. Jones.

“You should show your sincerity if you want to make her yours.” Old Mrs. Jones spoke with an air of

importance. “Do not act high and mighty in front of her, and take the initiative to be good and gentle to

her. What’s important is to be loyal to her. You’ll get it from me if you ever do her wrong.”

David couldn’t help laughing. “We’re not married yet, and you’re taking her side already?”

“I like that girl very much.” Old Mrs. Jones couldn’t stop smiling when she recalled Rachel’s sweetness.

“Where are you going?” She asked when she glimpsed David’s leaving figure.

“Taking initiative.” David grinned.

Rachel did not expect to see Louis Smith’s sister, Jane Smith, when she returned to her hospital room.

Jane seemed to have been waiting for her to return. Else, she wouldn’t have met her on her way back

to her room.

She glared at Rachel with eyes filled with hostility as she looked at her from top to bottom. A sneer

appeared on her face, “I’ve looked too highly on you. I thought you were an intelligent woman and will

leave on your own after knowing that none of my family likes you. It’s totally unexpected that you’ll

continue to bug my brother and Olivia. You didn’t think my brother would want you back when you

pretended to be sick and miserable, did you? Take my advice and give up now. My brother wouldn’t

want a woman that every man could have.”

“Say it one more time!” Rachel’s face turned glacial, and her voice layered with harshness. Used to

Rachel’s pettiness, the sudden change in Rachel’s behavior had taken Jane by surprise. “Did I say

anything wrong? You’ve just broken up with my brother not long ago, and I caught you flirting with

another man. Doesn’t that make you a woman every man could have?”

Since Rachel said nothing, she shamelessly continued, “My brother told me everything. Do not think I

don’t know why you went missing last time.”

Colors seeped away from Rachel’s face after hearing what Jane said. She was as pale as a ghost as

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emotion flooded her eyes.

She clenched her fist tightly, burying her nails deep into her palms, but she felt no pain. Her fragile

body couldn’t help shuddering, as if she was silently taking on the burden of the entire catastrophe.

She had never felt so insulted in her entire life, and it would be a scar that would never heal

in her heart.

Only Louis and her knew what happened, and he promised her he would never tell another living soul.

Little did she know, he told Jane her secret.

Was his promise worthed nothing at all?

Rachel felt as if a blunt knife had cut her heart open. She found it difficult to breathe as dizziness and

pain ran through every inch of her body.

Staring at her pale face, she thought she had a grip on Rachel. Her tone became harsher, “Rachel

Grey, I’ll tell you the truth. If Louis did not break up with Olivia, and you were conveniently by his side,

bugging him all these years, you won’t stand a chance to be with him. Why don’t you reflect on yourself

in front of a mirror?”

Slap!

The sound of a slap rang in the hospital corridor, and Jane had taken a blow on her face.

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