The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 264

The elevator pinged as it reached the floor.

Evelyn stepped out, clutching a thermal bag, and made her way down the hall. Her destination was Charles' hospital room.

Aiden, stationed at the door, finally exhaled a sigh of relief when he saw her. Ms. Evelyn was indeed visiting Mr. Jenkins. He quickly moved to greet her, "Ms. Evelyn, you're here. Mr. Jenkins is inside." As he spoke, he reached out, trying to take the thermal bag from her.

Evelyn frowned, stepping back to dodge Aiden's hand. She hadn't expected such bad luck. Charles was admitted to the same hospital and, annoyingly, on the same floor.

Aiden, puzzled, asked, "Ms. Evelyn, is everything alright?" Then, cautiously, "Aren't you here to see Mr. Jenkins?"

"Does he deserve it?" Evelyn snapped, her voice cold as ice. She sidestepped Aiden and headed straight for the room across the hall.

Suddenly, a familiar grip caught her wrist. It was Charles. He had just managed to get back to bed with Aiden's help after trying to stand by the window, waiting for Evelyn. Hearing Aiden greet her, Charles had been hopeful she was there for him. He had even planned to come clean about Charlie. But Evelyn's icy words

shattered that hope.

and pleading, "If not me, then who are you here for?" Who else would she make

colder now. Just his touch made her recoil. She yanked her wrist free from

arms. Charles wrapped her tightly in his embrace, as if trying to hold onto a dream. As if doing so could make her

scent, feeling a pang of longing. Why was he so obsessed with having Evelyn's heart, especially when he

has a bleeding ulcer!" Aiden cried out, hoping to stop her. But Evelyn didn't flinch, her blow landing right in Charles' weak

pale as cold sweat soaked through his hospital gown. His grip on her wrist slackened, and Evelyn pushed

blurring. "Mr. Jenkins!" Aiden rushed to support him as Charles gasped for breath, one hand on

was icy, devoid of any warmth, filled only with hatred. His stomach churned, and his heart

sharp, laced with sarcasm,

were victims of

you do nothing. Instead,