The Day Our Promise Breaks

With a frosty expression, he firmly grasped her hand and strode towards the exit.

Evelyn couldn't break free, so she stopped struggling and complied, walking out with Charles. Deep down, she was counting silently. "One."

"Two."

Before she could count to "three," a weak cry from behind, "Charles..."

As the voice trailed off, a loud "thump" followed. The delicate and frail Dahlia had fainted.

Charles' steps halted immediately. Without a moment's hesitation, he released Evelyn's hand, quickly turned around, and rushed towards Dahlia, who was lying on the ground. "Dahlia!" Evelyn didn't need to look back to know how worried Charles must have looked at that moment. He looked completely different from his indifferent mockery when Evelyn fainted yesterday. This was the difference between love and indifference.

Evelyn stood still, her gaze falling on the clear red mark on her wrist. Her lips curled into an almost imperceptible sneer of self-mockery.

This wasn't the first time Charles had chosen Dahlia over her, but it would be the last.

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year's jewelry design competition. Throughout the week, she had visited over thirty cemeteries in the

scenery started at a million. She didn't have that kind of

didn't believe she was truly sick. Charlie's medical bills quickly drained her

Evelyn had to resort to lies. Because of this, Charlie

money to buy Charlie's burial plot. She didn't want to

a million, she ran into Samuel. He was her college professor and also one of

years ago, Samuel had admired her, saying she had talent. In her freshman year, he insisted on recommending her for that year's jewelry competition. He believed

her free time

designing jewelry, and winning the competition meant

the second basement level, walking towards where

passed by a Rolls-Royce, the rear car door suddenly opened, and a well-defined hand reached

in panic, and she's about to scream