Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 15

As she spoke, her voice trembled and quivered with emotion. The tears streamed down her cheeks like pearls, and her eyes were red from crying. “It is all my fault,” she said. “If not for me, none of this would have happened. Even if she hit me or made me kneel, I would be willing to return to Louis’s side as long as I could. I will do anything,” she said.

Louis felt a pang of sadness as he looked at her face, which was visibly upset and tear–streaked.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as he tenderly brushed away the salty tears that had rolled down her cheeks. He spoke to her in a soft, reassuring tone, letting her know she need not blame herself for whatever had happened. “You don’t have to say all of this,” he said gently, trying to comfort her.

As soon as Mrs. Smith laid her eyes on the two, a small smile crept up on her lips as she watched her son embrace the distressed Olivia.

She quietly left the room when, all of a sudden, Jane rushed in with her hand covering her face. “Mom…”

As soon as Jane saw her mother, she ran into her arms like she had found herself a savior. “You have to help me! I demand justice!” she cried.

“What happened?” The mother’s face changed suddenly at the sight of her daughter’s swollen cheeks. She held Jane’s face gently in her hands and asked coldly, “Did that bitch hit you that hard?”

Omitting her earlier mockery of Rachel, Jane recounted in detail how Rachel had hit her and even tried to kill her by dragging her to the balcony on the 15th floor. “Mom, you would not see me right now if no one were watching.”

“Why did you go and provoke her? What is the point of doing that?” Louis reproached.

Thinking about Rachel’s indifferent attitude toward him before, his expression turned a bit cold.

“But, Louis, I’m your sister!” she defended herself with reddened and teary eyes. “I’m the one. who got hit and almost thrown off the building. How could you blame me for it?”

He snorted coldly. “Why didn’t she hit me, eh? She could have hit me, but she hit you instead. ”

“Mom, can you believe what he is saying?” She stamped her foot in anger and hugged her mother’s arm, throwing a tantrum. “She must apologize to me! I demand an apology!”

She was adamant about taking revenge, seeking justice for herself.

The mother tenderly caressed her daughter’s swollen face while her eyes gradually became colder and filled with more disgust toward Rachel.

She had never liked Rachel. Not only did she despise her background, but she also loathed the indescribable arrogance and ostentatious aura that she carried.

She had thought that Rachel would behave appropriately after leaving the Smith family.

Nonetheless, she had become even more brazen, even daring to lay her hands on her

daughter. It was as if she did not take the Smith family seriously.

“Let’s go! I want to find out how she would have the guts to lay a hand on you!” Mrs. Smith grabbed Jane’s hand and marched aggressively toward Rachel’s ward.

Since Mary had received a phone call and left, only Rachel was in the ward right now.

Suddenly, a loud noise at the door caught Rachel’s attention. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She turned her head and saw Mrs. Smith and Jane standing at the door.

Her eyes narrowed, a layer of coldness covering her delicate face as she said coldly, “You are not welcome here. Please leave.”

“Rachel, how dare you speak to me like that?” Mrs. Smith strode into her ward, carrying her Hermes bag and looking down at Rachel. With her eyes filled with disgust, she looked at them judgementally. “Did you lay your hands on Jane?”