Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 40
At that moment, Rachel had already arrived at the Johnson family residence.
The Johnson family’s residence was located in the heart of the city of Seaxas, where land was incredibly expensive. To its left
was a street lined with glorious and opulent hotels. To its right was the Oaks, an upscale, European–royal–style residential
district that was home to the wealthy and top elites.
Yet such an existence could not even hold a candle to the Johnson family’s residence.
The Johnson family’s residence was like the leader of the wealthy district, symbolizing the irreplaceable position of the Johnson
family in Seaxas.
The gates of the manor were slowly pulled open, and Adrian drove in before pulling over by the road.
Rachel exhaled lightly and opened the door to get out of the car.
At that moment, the butler, Mr. Chadwick was directing the gardener to trim the lawn. When he noticed Rachel, he froze and
stood rooted to the ground. “Miss... Miss Grey?”
He widened his eyes in disbelief, fearing that his eyes had been playing tricks on him.
Adrian finally walked over and teased, “Mr. Chadwick, did you realize that Rae–Rae has gotten prettier since the last time you
saw her three years ago?”
Only then did Mr. Chadwick realize that his eyes hadn’t been playing tricks on him. No longer as stern as he usually was, he
grinned widely and quickly strode forward to welcome her. “Miss Grey, you’re really back.”
Rachel smiled. Her mannerisms were gracious. “It’s been a long while. I’m back.”
Mr. Chadwick nodded gleefully and said with tears in his eyes, “Good that you’re back. Good that you’re back...”
Back then, Rachel had gone all out and turned against Old Mr. Johnson for the sake of pursuing her so–called true love. She
even severed all ties
with him. In the past three years, Old Mr. Johnson would often sigh while staring at photos of her.

Everyone looked forward to the day that Rachel would return, and now the day had finally come.
While leading Rachel in, Mr. Chadwick reported loudly, “Sir, Miss Grey is back.”
As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the living room hollered, pretending to be angry, “What’s the big deal? Tell her to
leave! Since she was ruthless enough to turn her back on me and abandon me back then, I’ve disowned this unfilial
granddaughter of mine!”
Hearing the robust voice that was complaining, Mr. Chadwick pursed his lips and said to Rachel, “Miss Grey, sir has a bark that’s
worse than his bite. Don’t take his words to heart. After you left, he would sit in your bedroom every night and instruct the
servants to make sure your room remained spick and span every day.”
Rachel grinned and said, “Got it.”
The person seated there was the one who loved her the most in this world. He couldn’t bear to let her suffer in the slightest. He
doted on her so dearly that he wished he could give her all the best things in the world. Of course, she wouldn’t take his harsh
words seriously.
Adrian grabbed Rachel’s wrist from the side and gestured for her not to be too quick to enter.
Rachel stared at him in puzzlement, only to see Adrian raising his brows and seemingly trying to tell her, “Watch me.”
Immediately afterward, he yelled loudly, “Rae–Rae, sir is still mad at you. You should drop by again another day lest you incur his
wrath.”
As soon as he said that, they heard the dull thuds of a walking stick being knocked against the ground.
Indeed, Old Mr. Jones had come out on his own.
Arthur Johnson, head of the Johnson family, was advanced in years, and his hair had turned white. However, he was still full of
energy and vigor. His face might have been covered in wrinkles, but his eyes were still sharp. He exuded a vague tinge of
shrewdness from his younger days.
Arthur deliberately sulked and humphed coldly. “I’ll break the legs of
anyone who dares to leave today.“