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.

...

By the time she woke up, it

had any food all day, she

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

few of the streetlights still worked, and the

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

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

was no one

let down

as she started walking,

back, she quickened her pace. As she

as fast as she could, swiped

look back. Through the glass door, there was

quickened her pace towards the elevator. Once inside, she finally breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator

stepped out and

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