The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 183

The senior representative started to write down Sandy's name. His pen poised to craft the second letter of her name, when Evelyn's voice cut through the air like a sudden gust. "Hold on!" she exclaimed. Then the heavy doors of the family hall swung open with a dramatic clang, grabbing everyone's attention.

The senior representative's hand wavered, and the ink from his brush bled onto the paper, a dark stain spreading like an uninvited guest. His eyebrows knitted into a frown. Patrick, who had also witnessed the scene, felt his temper flare. He shot Evelyn a glare colder than a winter's night, his eyes swirling with barely contained rage.

"How dare you!" Patrick roared, his voice echoing off the walls. In his fury, he snatched up a nearby whip and lashed out towards Evelyn. But Charles stepped in just in time, taking the brunt of the whip across his back. The impact was harsh, leaving Patrick's expression even more sour.

"You should step out first," Charles interjected calmly, yet with a firmness that left no room for argument. "We can handle this after the ceremony." His tone was deep and, if you listened closely, held a touch of gentle persuasion.

Unlike Patrick, Charles wasn't consumed with anger at Evelyn's appearance. Instead, a mix of emotions churned within him, emotions he couldn't quite name. Did her presence here mean she still had feelings for him? She tried to feign indifference, but the thought of publicly declaring his relationship with Dahlia still stirred something within her.

ceremony's over? We shouldn't miss the time." Patrick was one always mindful of tradition and appearances. He scowled, hating Evelyn even more for causing a scene. With Charles standing in the way, he couldn't do much, so he signaled to the butler with a

taking on a more serious tone.

into a cold smile. Her gaze shifted to Dahlia, who had been so smug about Sandy's place in the family tree moments ago. Evelyn's eyes were filled with icy mockery as she pushed past Charles and confronted the elders. "Sir, may I

the senior representative replied, his tone softening slightly towards Evelyn, due to

in the air as she glanced at Dahlia. That glance sent a chill down Dahlia's spine.

whispered, clutching his wrist in a panic. Charles' expression had turned to ice, and he strode towards Evelyn, grabbing

was prepared

grip and

test. She placed it squarely before the senior representative. "Let her speak," the senior representative

added to the Jenkins family tree because she's not Charles'