The Day Our Promise Breaks

Dahlia forced herself to stay calm.

Since returning to her home country, Charles had been providing a monthly allowance of a million dollars to support her and her daughter.

When Sandy fell ill, Charles took it upon himself to cover all the medical expenses and other miscellaneous costs. A million dollars wasn't hard for her to handle.

"You better not play any tricks!" John gave Dahlia a warning look.

Before Charles arrived, he quickly slipped around the corner and left.

"Having trouble?" Charles glanced in the direction where John had disappeared.

"He was just asking for directions," Dahlia replied coolly.

Charles didn't inquire further, and they left the hospital together.

...

slept through the entire day. By the time she woke up, it was

any food all day,

changed her clothes, and walked downstairs to a diner across the street, where she ordered a large bowl of chicken noodle soup. She ate slowly, spoonful by spoonful, and gradually felt warmth returning to her body. After paying, Evelyn walked back home. By the time she reached her complex, it

old and run-down. A few of

of road, she heard footsteps behind her. Having been dragged into an alley once before, she was on

into her bag and gripped the pocketknife she carried for self-defense, then suddenly turned

no one

but didn't let down her guard. She turned back

as she started walking, the

looking back, she quickened her pace. As she sped up, the footsteps

raced. She sprinted to her building as fast as she could, swiped her access card

shut the door behind her that she dared to look back. Through the glass door, there was no sign of anyone following her. Was

didn't linger. She quickened her pace towards the elevator. Once inside, she finally breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed. The old elevator

out and

close the door behind her, a large hand slapped against it, preventing it