Chapter 163
Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia
Chapter 163 Rachel Grey sat in Old Mr. Johnsonâs car.
She looked at the slightly gloomy old man and called out softly, âGrandpa.â
âWhy did you not call me when such a big thing happened?â Old Mr. Johnson snorted angrily, but he couldnât help but look at her worriedly and with a wrenched heart.
Rachel Grey sensed that the old man was not really angry, and a bright smile appeared on her face. âI am just afraid that you will be worried, Grandpa. Besides, look at me now, Iâm fine.â
She reached out and wrapped her arm around the old manâs as she spoke. She leaned on his shoulder and said softly, âGrandpa, do not be angry. I promise there is no next time.â
Old Mr. Johnson lowered his eyes and looked at the girl leaning on his shoulder. In Old Mr. Johnsonâs eyes, Rachel Grey looked like his precious. daughter snuggling in his arms lovingly.
His cloudy eyes flickered slightly as he raised his hand to stroke her soft hair. âYou look exactly like your mother.â
Upon hearing this, the smile on Rachel Greyâs face faded a little.
It had been a long, long time since she had heard anything about her mother.
Whether it was the two uncles in the family or her maternal grandfather, everyone kept their mouths shut about their mother. It seemed that only then would they forget the cruel fact that their mother had passed away.
âGrandpa, do you miss her?â Rachel Grey held the old manâs hand and asked softly.
Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head. âIn my heart, she has never left.â
Not long after returning to the Johnson familyâs mansion, the other three men of the Johnson family returned as well.
The three of them got to Old Mr. Johnsonâs study.
The old man was looking up at an oil painting hanging on the wall while pressing his hands on his walking stick.
The painting depicted a forest in the sunset. There was a moose standing at the entrance to the forest as if it was suggesting people to follow its footsteps, or warning people not to try to break into the forest.
There was a strange sense of incompatibility in the beautiful painting.
This painting did not come from any famous artist. Instead, it came from the Johnson familyâs most beloved Sophia Johnson.
Tom Johnson, the eldest son in the family, broke the silence. âIn order to avoid unnecessary trouble for RaeâRae, I have already wiped out all data.â
âHave you investigated the matter regarding the reporters?â Old Mr. Johnson turned around and casually glanced at the three men standing in front of him.
Adrian Johnson said. âThey said that they were following orders given by Olivia Cruise.â
Old Mr. Johnson sat on the chair and placed his walking stick aside. He fiddled with the jade ring on his thumb and said coldly, âSince you have the answer, you know what to do next, right?â
With the Johnson familyâs identity and status, the Cruise familyâs existence was too insignificant to draw their attention.
However, Olivia Cruiseâs malign intentions targeted at Rachel Grey served the former pernicious consequences to bear.
Olivia Cruise thought all her evil deeds were done privily. Little did she know there were no secrets in Seaxas and the Johnson family!
Adrian Johnson nodded. âThe Cruise family will be in the headlines tomorrow.â
His calm tone was terrifyingly firm.
In the business industry, only very few of those experienced ones are free from crooked thoughts and intentions. The Cruise family was one of the wiliest ones. Back then, it was not pure luck that allowed them to survive the financial crisis unscathed.
Old Mr. Johnson looked up at Lucas Johnson. âResolve Vinceâs matter as soon as possible, just in case.â
âYes, Sir!â Lucas Johnson replied.