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.

...

to 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 Capital to select a burial plot

scenery started at a million. She didn't have

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 up the phone or simply leave, without giving her

to resort to lies. Because

want to ask Charles for money to buy Charlie's burial plot. She didn't want to tarnish Charlie's path to reincarnation. She was determined to

was her

admired her, saying she had talent. In her freshman year, he insisted on recommending her for that year's jewelry competition. He believed she was bound to win

she had designed in her free time over the years and urged her

designing jewelry, and winning the competition meant snagging a cool

took the elevator to the second basement level, walking towards where

a Rolls-Royce, the rear car door suddenly

and she's about to

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