Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 24

Rachel shook her head slightly and answered, “No. It’s my own problem.”

She knew that even without David’s presence, she would have suffered that serious illness.

After all, she had been physically and mentally overwhelmed.

Rachel thought the trauma she suffered in childhood had made her tough and unbeatable, but she still found it very hard to endure the pain when she was betrayed by the man she loved.

Noticing the despondent look on Rachel’s face, Old Mrs. Jones held Rachel’s hand tightly and said, “People are always greedy. They discard the old as soon as they have something new, and they never get satisfied. Therefore, they are instinctively fickle in their affection, but we can choose to be consistent in love. What belongs to you will not leave you even if you let go of your hands. And you should let go of things that do not belong to you. The choice is yours.”

Rachel stayed quiet with her head low. She was lost in thought while recalling what Old Mrs. Jones had said.

Marriage was never a restriction, much less a shackle that bound the other person to be loyal to someone forever.

“Love is like beautiful scenery. The couple travels hand in hand, but both of them have the choice to get off midway. You will eventually meet your Mr. Right, who can go to the same destination with you.” Old Mrs. Jones reached out and stroked Rachel’s thin cheeks. “Good girl, people live for themselves, not for others. Being trapped by love will only make you lose your true self.”

Rachel gazed at Old Mrs. Jones, and her fragile face broke into a smile. “Thank you for your enlightening words.”

“Thank you for coming and chatting with me.” Old Mrs. Jones burst out laughing cheerfully.

Time flew. Old Mrs. Jones uncontrollably yawned.

Rachel saw the scene and said, with a touch of apology on her face, “I’m sorry. I forgot the time. You just got out of the hospital, so you should have a good rest.”

With that, Rachel rose to her feet and was about to leave. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

But Old Mrs. Jones took Rachel’s hand and stopped her. “It’s rare for to talk with me. What about having dinner here before leaving?”

“Old Mrs. Jones, I…”

you

Before Rachel declined Old Mrs. Jones’s invitation, Old Mrs. Jones hurriedly interrupted, ‘I know I am an old lady, and young people like you dislike me. You always have your hands full, and you don’t even have time to have a meal with me.”

After saying that, Old Mrs. Jones glanced at Rachel, dropped her head disappointingly, and sighed. “Since you want to leave, then leave now. Anyway, I’m used to being alone all these years.”

“I…” Rachel didn’t have the heart to reject Old Mrs. Jones. She remembered her maternal grandfather had once complained to her about her busy life. All these years. Rachel had spent little time accompanying her maternal grandfather. Would he feel lonely in the spacious mansion of the Johnson family?

Thinking about this, Rachel compromised and quietly let out a sigh. “I can stay here, but you need to get some rest now.”

“Well, I promise you.” Afraid that Rachel would backtrack, Old Mrs. Jones hastily responded, “You can’t coax me and go back on your words.”

Seeing Old Mrs. Jones act like a spoiled child, Rachel chuckled and replied, “Don’t worry. I won’t lie to you.”

After sending Old Mrs. Jones back to her bedroom, Rachel was led by the maid to a guest room.

It was a black–and–white room, revealing a cold atmosphere and its luxury.

Rachel looked around the room’s furnishings. The scent of fir permeated the air.

She then stepped on the soft wool rug and went to the window.

The window provided an awesome view, displaying everything outside. Rachel had a wonderful time gazing at the garden.

The amazing scenery of the garden demonstrated the owner’s good taste in architecture.

As Rachel was immersed in her thoughts, her phone on the bed rang. Rachel knew who would call her at this time without looking at the .