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.

...

buy paper and pencils. She was preparing to enter this year's jewelry design competition. Throughout the week, she had visited over thirty cemeteries in the

at a million.

allowance of ten thousand for living expenses. She wasn't extravagant. Initially, it was enough, and she could even save a bit each month. But then, Charlie fell ill, and Charles didn't believe she was truly sick. Charlie's medical bills quickly drained her savings, so she had no choice but to ask Charles for money. Every time she brought up Charlie's illness, Charles would hang

get the money, Evelyn had to resort to lies.

to ask Charles for money to buy Charlie's burial plot. She didn't

figuring out how to quickly make a million, she ran into Samuel. He was her college professor and also one of

year, he insisted on recommending her

with the pieces she had designed in her free time over

tempted. She did love designing jewelry, and winning the competition

purchases and took the elevator to the second basement level, walking towards where she had parked her

door suddenly opened, and a well-defined hand reached

in panic, and she's

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