The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 253

Evelyn was trembling, her eyes blazing with anger. "Dahlia's the reason your daughter and grandmother, who adored you since you were a kid, are gone! And you're just gonna let her walk away like nothing happened?"

Charles couldn't help but feel the sting of Evelyn's accusations. She was blaming Dahlia for everything without a shred of evidence, and it cut him deep. The loss of Charlie and his grandmother-both so dear to him-was unbearable. But he knew he couldn't just pin the blame on someone without proof.

He pushed Evelyn gently into a chair, prying her hands from his shirt and pressing them down onto the armrests. Standing over her, he looked at her with eyes heavy with sorrow.

He remembered the day Evelyn had landed him in the hospital. As he lay there, the events of the past months played in his mind-her shift in behavior, the reckless stunts she'd pulled against Dahlia. Her fixation had gone too far.

He'd wanted to sit her down and talk it out, but he never thought she'd poison his grandmother with her theories. Rosa, who had always doted on Evelyn, believed her wholeheartedly, refusing to hear him out. She was convinced Dahlia was responsible for Charlie's death, which led to today's tragic events. In the end, Rosa's heart gave out from the stress. Wasn't that enough?

"Evelyn, you pushed Dahlia down the stairs, disfiguring her, and now

Grandmother, who always had your back, is also gone. How far are you willing to go before you calm down?"

to bits, and

either and didn't want to face it. "You can't just blame Dahlia for Charlie's death based on a

had nothing to do

out to blame Evelyn. He just wanted to lay out the facts, hoping she'd see sense

eyes were still full of

bubbling over and his grip on her arm tightening. "Evelyn, don't you get why Grandma went

guilty based on a single call. She believed you and sought revenge

wasn't pinning Rosa's death on Evelyn. He just wanted her to understand it was an accident. It wasn't Dahlia's fault, nor was

Evelyn heard his words like daggers, piercing her soul.

of anguish tore from

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