The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 210 After Charles left, Evelyn stood there, feeling like her heart might burst. The words Charles had said- supposedly an apology to Charlie-felt more like a knife twisting in both her and Charlie's hearts, leaving her breathless.

She clutched her chest, knowing something was wrong. Using the couch to steady herself, she managed to get up, her hands shaking as she rummaged through her bag for her medication. She unscrewed the bottle, but nothing came out. It was empty.

The bottle slipped from her fingers, and she sank to the floor, utterly spent. Her mind spun wildly, guilt wrapping around her like a tight net. She wished she had been honest with Charlie about her father's indifference. Her desire to shield Charlie from the truth had led her to create a fantasy of a loving father, which only made Charlie love Charles all the more.

If she hadn't spun that fairy tale, maybe Charlie wouldn't have adored Charles so much, and without that love, she wouldn't have suffered so deeply. It was all her fault. As a mother, she had failed, letting her daughter face so much pain in life. And even after Charlie's death, she couldn't bring Dahlia, the one responsible, to justice. Would Charlie ever find peace?

The guilt and heartache were overwhelming, and tears flowed freely down her face. In a daze, Evelyn got to her feet, left her home, and drove off.

here at night since Charlie was buried. On many sleepless nights, even after taking

carried a bag with Charlie's favorite fruits and dumplings in one hand and a

living, just like Charlie. There was nothing

Even from afar, she knew it was Dahlia. Her heart skipped a beat, her face paling.

Evelyn had feared,

were far

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had been a thorn in her side from the very beginning. Rosa wouldn't have pressured Charles to stand by