Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 5
Rachel Grey took nothing with her but inexplicably took the jacket the mysterious man left behind.
She walked down the street, limping as she went. The bright, hot sun did not seem to do any good to her freezing body. She took out her phone and called a number, “Mary, can you pick me up?”
Twenty minutes later, Mary Green arrived in a red supercar and stopped before her.
She glanced at the white bandage on Rachel’s feet and took off the sunglasses from her face. Her brows furrowed in concern as she asked, “What happened to you, Rae?”
“Mary, can I stay with you for a while?” Rachel asked weakly and leaned back on the car seat. She then calmly updated Mary on everything that happened between her and Louis Smith. She told it so casually that Mary thought she was telling someone else’s story. “That Smith guy and his family are a bunch of morons. How dare they compare you to someone like Olivia Cruise?” Mary unconsciously stepped harder on the accelerator, speeding the car out of anger. She then started cursing. “Did Louis Smith think he had the capability to succeed without you by his side all these years? He thought he could reach the position he was in with that bit of ability of his? Was he blind or dumb? Did he think he did it based on his greed and shamelessness, cheating on you with his old flame? He and his family have taken advantage of you all these years. Now he ditched you because Olivia Cruise is back in town? Their shamelessness was incomparable.”
Rachel casually spoke, “Mary, I’ll never end up with a happily ever after. A life where I’m loved by my parents and being married with a fulfilling family is never mine.”
Mary was instantly reminded of Rachel’s childhood. She frowned as a hint of sadness glinted in her eyes, feeling sorry for Rachel, “Don’t be upset, Rae.”
“I will not hope for a happy marriage or life since I know I will never have that, nor would I feel sad over it.” Rachel lightly bit her lips and slowly shut her eyes. “I’m exhausted. Let me take a nap.”
Mary could feel that something was wrong with Rachel. She placed her arms on Rachel’s and found that Rachel’s temperature was abnormally high.
Muttering more curses at the man that ditched Rachel, Mary sped her way to the hospital. Along the way, she never failed to spit out more curses for the entire Smith family.
The Smith family was still working hard at the edge of Seaxas back then, trying to work their way into the city. The Smith family would never have become the new money of Seaxas had it not for Rachel, who played the crucial role of being Louis‘ advisor.
They worshipped her when they needed her and ditched her once Olivia came home.
They had mistaken a jewel for trash. She would love to see how long the Smith family would last in Seaxas without Rachel.
Rachel slowly regained consciousness as her fever subsided.
The first thing she saw when she woke up was the pure whiteness of the hospital room. She
frowned when the air full of the smell of antiseptics hit her nostril. It was the smell she hated most.
Her eyes instinctively swept around the room as her consciousness slowly returned, and it fell on a person sitting at her bedside.
Stunned, her grip on the blanket tightened as she called out to him in her dry, hoarse voice. “Uncle Tom…”
“How do you feel?” Tom Johnson stood up and placed his hand on Rachel’s forehead as if it was the most natural thing to do. He heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that Rachel was fine and poured her a glass of water. “Do you feel any discomfort?”
Rachel instantly shook her head.
“Mary told me what happened to you.” Tom couldn’t help feeling sorry for Rachel as he gazed upon her pale, exhausted face.
There was hatred for the Smith family as well after hearing what they did to her.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed down the anger in his heart and asked, “So, what’s your plan after this?”