The Day Our Promise Breaks

Standing outside the gate, she peered through the iron bars at the scene unfolding within.

Inside, Charles and Dahlia had just returned from a gala. Amidst the rain, Charles sheltered Dahlia as they reached the doorway.

Dahlia stepped out from Charles' embrace, tiptoeing to brush the raindrops from his shoulders. Charles gazed down at her with a tender look, his eyes full of indulgence.

Watching this scene felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over Evelyn's head, chilling her to the bone.

Memories surged forward.

Charles always showed unfounded favoritism and trust towards Dahlia. Even now, he wouldn't have believed her if she had laid the evidence before Charles. Not to mention, the only witness was gone.

If she accused Dahlia of causing Charlie's death, Charles would only think she was insane.

Evelyn laughed bitterly, her eyes filled with sadness. She was powerless against Dahlia at this moment.

The rain intensified. Evelyn turned away with difficulty, her departure marked by despair.

The journey back was torturous. Each step felt as though she was treading on sharp blades. The pain was piercing to the bone.

Charlie...

but she's completely unable to retaliate against the murderer. Evelyn's overwhelmed with guilt

blurred her vision. With each step growing

she collapsed in

black Maybach, having just arrived, braked urgently at the curb. The car door swung open, and Brooks, disregarding the need for an umbrella, crossed the

Evelyn in a few strides, refusing the driver's offer to carry her,

...

slowly opened her eyes, meeting a pair

It was Brooks.

said nothing, yet

Her voice was hoarse as she sincerely thanked him, "Mr. Brooks, thank

tone gentle.

in bed, reaching for

hundred thousand back to Brooks,

at Evelyn, bowing before him. His raised hand fell back to his side. His voice returned to its usual coolness as he

turned

did Evelyn slowly stand.

she could not

Evelyn