The Day Our Promise Breaks

As they spoke, she was about to unbuckle her seatbelt and get out of the car.

Charles' large hand pressed down on hers, simultaneously closing the car door that had been opened. He stared at her with a chilling gaze. "If you're so eager to apologize, then we're gonna do it properly."

Charles settled back into his seat and buckled up. He made a U-turn and headed towards Central Hospital.

...

Evelyn followed Charles to the hospital's finest ward.

As they reached the door, it swung open from the inside. A doctor emerged from within.

Evelyn recognized him as one of the country's leading neurologists.

Evelyn stood behind Charles, her gaze icy cold.

Charlie was Charles' daughter, but she was gravely ill and confined to a standard ward. Dahlia had only suffered a scalding from hot coffee, yet Charles, not satisfied with the treatment at a smaller hospital, had her transferred here, arranging for her to stay in the best ward and even securing the top neurologist for her.

The difference in treatment for those dear to Charles' heart was stark.

a respectful demeanor.

"Hmm." Charles responded indifferently.

The doctor left.

the door open and

immediately started defending Dahlia upon seeing Charles, "Charles, where have you been? How could

Charles' cousin. She had lived with her aunt in the Jenkins family home from a young age, adopting the Jenkins surname. She

as she finished speaking, she noticed Evelyn

so much for you. Evelyn dared to hurt you, and he certainly wouldn't let her off!" Dahlia immediately turned to Charles

unfathomable. She was being stubbornly defiant and did not look

in a

at Charles, her voice cold.

Evelyn's eyes, his

it as his consent. She stepped back,

words carried no hint

you were just

cut Dahlia off. "Dahlia, you know very well how your hand

at anyone else in the

kind of attitude is that!"