Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 25

Rachel’s slender fingertips swiped across the screen, and she picked up the call.

“Rachel, why aren’t you in the hospital?” Mary’s voice was heard through the phone.

Rachel curled her lips. “I’m outside. I won’t be coming there for the time being. I need you to help me talk to the doctor.”

“I’m glad that you’re okay.” Mary quietly sighed on the other end of the line. “I talked to the doctor just now. We can proceed with the discharge papers tomorrow.”

Rachel replied, “Great.”

“Also…” Mary hesitated for a moment before she said with a chuckle, “My studio recently received a new order, and the other party is from the Shain family. She specifically requested you to be her designer, so…”

Although Mary was the eldest daughter of the Green family and also the heiress, her mind was not set on inheriting the family business. Instead, she was more inclined to the design industry.

Five years ago, Mary decided to invest in her hobby and opened a high–end custom dress studio called “Redamancg“. It took half a year for the studio to become famous before it finally became the darling of the fashion industry.

These days, the studio was not only a brand highly sought after by famous women, but it also had a brand value of over 20 million dollars.

One of the studio’s designers named “Queen” was particularly sought after. The clothes she designed were rare to come by, and they became fashion pieces that many celebrities competed for.

Because of this, many fashion brands recognized designer Queen’s value and wanted to poach her. But she kept her identity a secret and did not give anyone clues, so gradually, people lost their drive to uncover her identity.

Rachel pondered for a moment before saying lightly, “Sure. But there are many things I need to deal with after returning to the Johnson family. So, it will take longer than usual.”

“It’s alright. The other party said that as long as you agree, she can wait for no matter how long it takes. She also said that her biggest dream in life is to be able to wear a dress designed by you on her wedding day,” Mary said. She could not conceal the excitement in her voice. “Babe, I look forward to you returning to us and leading us to the top.”

Rachel smiled. “Alright, wait for me. We’ll be back at the top in no time at all.”

After the phone call ended, Rachel thought of the reason why she started designing wedding dresses in the first place, and her smile unknowingly faded.

At that time, she had fantasized about every wedding dress she touched. She had dreamed of walking toward Louis while wearing a dress that she designed by herself, but the reality turned out to be completely different. She thought to herself, “There is nothing sadder than trying to touch the heart of a person who has never reciprocated my feelings.”

Before Rachel had time to dwell on her sadness, a loud clang was heard outside the door.

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It sounded like something breaking.

The loud noise startled Rachel, and she rushed outside to see what had happened.

“Miss Grey.” Rosie was bending over to pick up some ceramic shards on the ground. When she heard Rachel, Rosie looked up at her with an apologetic smile. “Look at me. I’ve become so clumsy due to my old age. I accidentally broke this because I didn’t get a good grip on the flower pot. Did I scare you?”

“No,” Rachel replied. She bent down and helped Rosie to pick up the remaining pieces. “Let me help.”

“Oh,” Rosie cried out softly. “No, no. Let me do it myself. Be careful not to hurt yourself.”

Rachel smiled sweetly. “Don’t worry. I’ll be careful.”

Rosie’s heart melted when she saw the sight of Rachel kneeling on the ground and picking up the broken pieces.

She finally understood why Rachel was so well–liked by Old Mrs. Jones.

Rosie had been with Old Mrs. Jones for a long time, and she had seen all kinds of people. All she needed was to take one look, and she could tell if someone had ulterior motives.

But Rachel was clearly different from the other women who had tried their best to marry into the Jones family.

Rachel was not scheming like other women.

She had a quality of innocence that had become almost impossible to find in most people.

When Rosie saw that the mess was almost cleared, she took the broken pieces from Rachel’s hands and asked politely, “Miss Grey, do you have any food preferences?”

“I’m good with anything,” Rachel replied sweetly.

A gentle smile appeared on Rosie’s face. “Miss Grey, please make yourself at home. Don’t be too polite, or the old lady of the house might think that we didn’t do a good job at making you feel comfortable.”

At that moment, they heard people exclaim from outside, “Hey, the weather changed so suddenly!”

“Oh, no!” Rosie’s face changed drastically, and she rushed outside quickly. “The old lady’s favorite orchid is still outside. Don’t let it get wet!”

Old Mrs. Jones had green fingers and enjoyed taking care of plants to pass her time. These plants were her favorites.

When Rachel saw Rosie leaving in such a hurry, she subconsciously followed her.

There were many potted plants placed along the corridor. The most eye–catching one was an orchid which Rosie must have been referring to earlier.

When Rachel was young, she was ignorant and accidentally knocked over her grandfather’s potted orchid plant. Instead of reprimanding her, her grandfather was only concerned about whether she was scared or injured.

Later, she learned from her Uncle Tom that the orchid plant she had knocked over was a very expensive one that had cost her grandfather 3

million dollars.

As Rachel spotted the orchid, she grew curious about the identity of the old lady for the first time.

She also wondered about what David was like.

When Rachel spotted the dark clouds forming, she did not have time to continue pondering. She picked up a pot of moth orchids and ran toward the greenhouse which was nearby.

Miss Grey, you should just rest, Rosie said as she looked at Rachel’s slender arms and legs. “Leave the rough work to us.”

Rachel replied, “It’s no trouble.”

It had started drizzling, and the rain was becoming heavier. Rachel hugged the pot of moth orchids in her hands and subconsciously picked up her pace.

The cobblestones along the garden path were a bit slippery. Rachel’s shoes were drenched, and she suddenly slipped as she ran along the cobblestones. It was too late for her to regain balance, and she stumbled.

Rosie, who was standing not far behind her, exclaimed, “Miss Grey!”