Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 17

Jane watched on with excitement beside them, cheering in her mind. Her eyes widened in amazement.

After all, with that slap, Rachel’s face would definitely swell up like a balloon.

Mrs. Smith’s hand sliced through the air, creating a sharp wind around it. However, just when it was about to strike Rachel’s cheek, it was stopped.

It was because Rachel had taken hold of the attacking hand. Seeing this, Mrs. Smith could not help but stare at her in disbelief.

Mrs. Smith struggled instinctively but found that she could not break free from Rachel’s tight grasp. A hint of panic flashed across her eyes as she exclaimed, “Rachel, what are you trying to do?!”

Rachel gripped Mrs. Smith’s wrist more tightly, and a mocking smile broke across her face. She leaned toward Mrs. Smith and whispered in the latter’s ear, sarcasm and mockery lingering in her voice, “Since childhood, I have been taught to respect the elderly and love the young. But if Mrs. Smith insists on being stubborn, I don’t mind showing you the view from the 15th floor.”

“You!” Mrs. Smith glared at her with fury. Her face had turned red. With gritted teeth, she exclaimed, “Rachel, you will pay for your disrespect toward me! Louis will never forgive you!”

Hearing that, Rachel chuckled and shoved the woman’s hand away. “What does it matter to me if he forgives me or not?”

Mrs. Smith stumbled in her high heels and nearly fell to the ground, though Jane managed to catch her quick enough.

“Let’s go!” Mrs. Smith gritted her teeth. She then snorted coldly and left without looking back.

As they walked out of the hospital ward, Jane could not help but complain, “Mom, Rachel is getting more and more out of control. We have to give her a taste of her own medicine!”

“Shut up!” Mrs. Smith glared at her daughter, her wrist throbbing slightly from pain as she said, “Don’t provoke her unless you want trouble in the future!”

Jane grumbled unwillingly, “All right.”

She lowered her gaze, hiding the malicious intent in her eyes.

She would never forget today’s slap, and someday, she would make Rachel kneel and beg for mercy!

After the mother and daughter left, Rachel finally got a moment of peace.

However, immediately after that, the door was pushed open again.

She furrowed her eyebrows with annoyance and lifted her gaze toward the door, saying, “Will you ever stop…” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

However, she found that the person who had pushed open the door was not Mrs. Smith but a stranger dressed in a black suit.

She smoothed out the annoyance on her eyebrows and politely asked but with a hint of coldness, “Who are you?”

“Hello, Miss Grey. I am Mr. Jones’s special assistant, Eddie Brook.” Eddie politely nodded at her and added, “My boss has prepared a gift basket for you.”

A smart woman like Rachel immediately understood that “Mr. Jones” was David Jones.

She replied, “I appreciate Mr. Jones’s kindness, but I cannot accept it since I have done nothing for him. You should take these back with you.” After all, Rachel did not like to accept something from a

stranger for no reason, especially when she was aware that David had feelings for her. If she accepted, it would be tantamount to agreeing to his actions.

Meanwhile, Eddie remained polite and maintained a slight smile, making it impossible for people to fathom his emotions. “It seems what I’ve prepared doesn’t meet your preference, Miss Grey. Please wait a moment. I will prepare something else for you and make sure that you will be satisfied.”

In other words, if she refused to accept the gift basket, he would continue sending them until she finally agreed to take them.

Rachel cleared her throat before saying, “Then, you can leave it here.”

“Please enjoy, Miss Grey.” Eddie placed the gift basket on the table. His scrutinizing gaze quickly passed over her.

Rachel glanced at the chocolate inside, which was high–end and wrapped

in exquisite boxes. Seeing that, she thought those were not typical items that one could buy from a supermarket.

“Please thank Mr. Jones for me.” She suddenly remembered to show her gratitude and said in a hurry, “It’s going to rain outside. You can take this umbrella.”

Eddie was startled for a moment before he smiled and said, “Thank you, Miss Grey.”

At this moment, his gaze toward her had changed from scrutinizing to appreciative.