The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 248

The taxi pulled up to the hospital entrance. In a whirlwind of panic, Evelyn flung the car door open, stumbled out, and made a beeline for the hospital. She was in such a rush that she lost a slipper along the way but didn't even pause to pick it up. She charged forward with one bare foot straight to the morgue.

This was her second time here. As she reached the door and caught sight of the room, Rosa lay on a gurney she recognized all too well. Her head was covered with a white sheet. Evelyn's knees wobbled, and her lips trembled as she whispered, "Rosa..."

She moved closer, her hands shaking as she reached out. With painstaking slowness, she pulled back the sheet to reveal Rosa's lifeless face. Evelyn gently caressed her cheek. Cold. Rigid. A feeling all too familiar to Evelyn. It was like being thrown back in time to when Charlie was wheeled out of surgery. Having lost her battle for life, Charlie grew stiff before Evelyn's eyes.

Rosa was really gone. The tears Evelyn had been holding back surged forward, unstoppable. Overcome with grief, her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees with a heavy thud, crying out, "Rosa..."

"You promised me nothing would happen to you. How could you break your word?" she sobbed. "Please wake up. Don't leave me alone; you're all I've got..."

around how someone who had been perfectly fine just hours ago was suddenly gone. Marian

at the door still in his hospital gown, looking pale and frail. Tony, who'd been alerted by a call from the bodyguard, had informed Charles first. But Charles had been unconscious and didn't hear his phone. Tony had to send someone to

Rosa

turned white, and his eyes reddened. After a moment, he slowly relaxed his grip. He

heartbreak of losing his daughter and now faced the death of his grandmother, who had cherished and protected him his whole life. Charles held Rosa's other hand. His lips were pressed tightly together, and his heart was burdened with immense

morgue was

was nearly fainting from crying.

She had

of her pajama bottoms offered little protection against the chilly morgue, but she barely noticed the cold tile

she might hurt her knees from kneeling too long, Charles reached