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.

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diner across the street, where she ordered a large bowl of chicken noodle soup. She ate slowly, spoonful by spoonful, and gradually felt warmth

complex was old and run-down. A few of the streetlights

behind her. Having been dragged into an alley once before, she was on

hand into her bag and gripped the pocketknife she carried for

was no

let down her guard. She turned back around

started walking,

scalp tingled. Without looking back, she quickened her pace. As she sped up, the footsteps behind her did

building as fast as she

look back. Through the glass door,

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

out

as she was about to close the door behind her, a large hand slapped against it, preventing it from@losing. en