The Day Our Promise Breaks

Evelyn suddenly halted in her tracks. She whirled around, her eyes cold as she stared at Charles holding Sandy. A frosty smile curled at the corners of her mouth. "Charles, since Charlie was born, you haven't spent a single day with her. How do you have the nerve to

stand here and criticize me?" Charles was left speechlessly choked up.

"Evelyn, how can you speak to Charles like that? He's not like you and does not just idle at home. He's always busy with work, so it's inevitable that he might neglect Charlie sometimes. You should be understanding instead of blaming him. "And Charles adores children. Why would he neglect Charlie? Maybe you should reflect on yourself."

Dahlia spoke with empathy, not just to please Charles. She was also insinuating that it was Evelyn's bad influence on Charlie that made Charles despise her.

Evelyn's gaze turned sharp as knives towards Dahlia, her tone unfriendly as she warned, "Dahlia, it's not your place to speak here."

Dahlia's eyes instantly filled with tears as she moved closer to Charles. "Evelyn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I just feel sorry for Charles. I can't stand to see you misunderstanding and wronging him like this!"

"Dahlia, what brand of trash bag are you? How are you so full of garbage?" Evelyn felt utterly disgusted.

"Evelyn!"

grew cold at this comment. His gaze towards Evelyn was sharp

upset with

tugged at Charles' sleeve, playing the

them and turned around to

fifteen minutes left until the competition. Evelyn had only slept for a few hours, so

Dahlia, seeing no one around, followed her in

to respond. She walked straight to

slender and graceful. With

in Dahlia's eyes. She

machine to make herself an Americano. After brewing the coffee, she reached out to take it, and Dahlia suddenly pressed the hot water button.

Evelyn's right hand would be out of commission for the day, and worse, if the

her smile froze.