The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 200

Rosa was absolutely heartbroken, tears streaming down as she collapsed in front of Charlie's grave. Her mind drifted back to the day she came home and overheard Charles and Evelyn talking as she made her way downstairs. Charles had asked Evelyn where Charlie was. He wanted to bring her over for dinner. Rosa had blanked out on who Charlie was, and when she asked Evelyn, Evelyn's eyes welled up with tears as she explained that Charlie was someone incredibly important to her, promising to introduce them when the time was right.

Now, looking back, it was obvious that Evelyn had been protecting Rosa from the painful truth about Charlie's passing. But Charles' question made it clear he had no idea his own daughter had died. How could a father not know his child had been gone for so long? How could he have been so neglectful towards both Evelyn and Charlie over the last five years? Once upon a time, Evelyn was head over heels for him, but now she had drawn a line and did not even tell him about Charlie's death. Charles was such a disgrace! Did he even deserve to be called a father?

Rosa's anger grew with every thought, but so did her empathy for Evelyn and little Charlie, who had been taken too soon. She gently touched the gravestone, where Charlie's adorable face was etched, and with a choked voice, promised, "Charlie, your great-grandma will bring your dad here!"

lucid, Charlie would video call her, always talking about her dad. Charlie said he loved her dearly, and she loved him back just as much. Rosa had imagined Charles, Evelyn, and Charlie living happily

different.

was so sweet and so well-behaved. She loved Charles dearly. Rosa was determined to drag Charles to Charlie's grave and ask him what kind

with a thud. Nearby visitors quickly called for help, alerting Tony and the bodyguards waiting below. They rushed Rosa to the hospital, notifying the Jenkins family in the process. Meanwhile, Charles was still at Oakwood Manor. After Evelyn left, he stared at the shattered pieces on the floor. He knelt, picking them up piece by piece, each one a reminder of the night he spent pouring his heart into them. He had hoped that his efforts would touch Evelyn, that she'd let

moment, Charles truly felt the sting of disappointment when hope crumbled into despair. It was a tough pill to swallow. He was an adult, and it was hard enough for him; he couldn't imagine how much worse it had been for Charlie, who was just five. She must have felt the letdown when he broke his promises, and it wasn't just once. Evelyn was right; he