The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 299

When Dahlia heard about the three-year mourning period, her grip on the wheelchair's armrests tightened instinctively. This was something she hadn't seen coming. Even in death, that old witch could still mess with her plans for another

three years.

The commotion reached Evelyn too, and her expression turned noticeably colder. Brooks sensed the change immediately and squeezed her hand a little tighter. He leaned in, concern etched in his eyes, whispering softly, "Evelyn." He worried that the affectionate display between Charles and Dahlia might stir up old wounds for her.

Charlie's death was a wound in Evelyn's heart that never quite healed. Charles and Dahlia—the ones responsible for Charlie's demise were the people she despised the most. They had pushed her to the brink more times than she could count. It was hard for her to accept that they could still live happily after what they'd done.

But Evelyn managed a soft, "I'm fine," as she turned to Brooks with a faint smile. Her smile was slight, but her demeanor was steady. She wasn't rattled by the sight of them. Seeing her like this, Brooks felt both relieved and heartbroken.

number out of town. His heart raced as he answered it. Not many people had his private number, and nobody would

told him that in such harsh conditions, long past

phone, hearing Evelyn's familiar voice say "Brooks" brought tears to his eyes. She was alive. Overcome with joy,

he rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight embrace, holding her like she was the

you were alive, why didn't you reach out?" he asked,

He felt

now. My illness is cured," she reassured him with a smile. She

on the couch, he rolled up his sleeves and joined her in the kitchen. She was washing vegetables when he came in, quickly pulling down her sleeves. But he'd already

again, exposing the scars lining her wrists-remnants past battles. Some were deep, others not as much, but each one

of