The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 157

From the day Charlie was born, Evelyn had been the one to care for her with her own hands. When she looked after Charlie, wearing jewelry was just not practical. She got used to it. Even after Charlie was gone, that habit stayed. The only thing she'd put on was a simple watch. It wasn't anything fancy, but she also slipped that watch under her shirt cuff. She handed over everything she could offer. Yet, she could still feel the man's eyes sizing her up.

Evelyn spoke sincerely, "I really don't have anything else." From the beginning, she was nothing but cooperative. Seeing her empty-handed, the man stuffed everything into his bag. Just as he was about to mount his motorcycle and take off, his eyes caught sight of a necklace around Evelyn's neck. His face darkened instantly. He slung the bag over the front of the bike and charged towards Evelyn, his look threatening. "You think you can fool me, bitch?"

He was right in front of her now, gripping her shoulder with a hefty hand. This burly guy's grip was so fierce that Evelyn thought her shoulder blade might snap. Her face twisted in agony. She couldn't figure out why he flipped like that. She swallowed her fear. "I swear, you have all the valuable stuff. I really don't have anything else left..."

Before she could finish, he let go and slapped her hard. The guy was strong because of his labor job, and Evelyn staggered backward from the force, barely keeping her balance. Half her face went numb, and her ears were ringing. Before she could get her bearings, his rough hand yanked at her collar.

widened in

another slap. This time she hit the ground, and he started tugging at the necklace around her neck, cursing

cooperative until now, but her emotions surged as he went for the necklace. Drawing on strength she didn't know she had, Evelyn pried his hand

eyes red with determination.

everything up so easily, but what about this necklace? She guarded it fiercely. He kicked Evelyn. "You're just asking

the pavement hard,

wave of dizziness took over. That kick wasn't gentle. She felt like her insides had been jumbled. But she still clung to the necklace, eyes red as she pleaded, "I'm not lying to you. My daughter passed away, and this necklace has her ashes. 4t's all I have to remember her