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

not had any food all day, she

ate slowly, spoonful by spoonful, and gradually felt warmth returning to her body.

run-down. A few of the streetlights still worked, and the property management did nothing to fix the

her. Having been dragged into an

and gripped the pocketknife she

no

down her guard. She turned back

as she started walking, the footsteps appeared

pace. As she sped up, the footsteps

She sprinted to her building as fast as she could, swiped

dared to look back. Through the glass door, there was no sign of

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

stepped out

she was about to close the door