The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 338

"Charles, don't you dare lay a finger on Eve!"

He didn't deserve her!

It was two years ago when Adam got that frantic call from Evelyn, and he rushed to be by her side. That was when he first found out about Charlie's death, during her initial battle with depression and a heartbreaking suicide attempt. In that moment, just like Eve, he was filled with a burning hatred for Charles and Dahlia.

His heart broke for Eve, who had taken on everything by herself, only to be driven into a deep depression by Charles and Dahlia. Eve had just barely started to find her footing again after reconnecting with Ms. Josephine, and now Charles was back, using Ms. Josephine's illness as a weapon to manipulate Evelyn.

He was the absolute worst!

Old grudges mingled with new ones, and Adam tried to remind himself to keep his cool when he went to see Evelyn, despite his rage toward Charles and Dahlia. But the moment he laid eyes on Charles, his self-control shattered. In a fit of anger, he swung a bottle at Charles, wishing he could end him then and there.

Quick as a flash, Charles dodged the bottle before it could hit his head, throwing up an arm to deflect it. The bottle shattered against his wrist, and shards of glass left angry red streaks on his hand.

as cold and hard as steel as he grabbed Adam's wrist,

from Adam's hand. Charles held Adam's arm in an iron grip, the pressure so intense that beads of sweat formed on Adam's forehead

echoed in his mind: "Charles, don't do it. You can't hurt Adam's hand; it's

bit, frustration etched on his face. "Get

turned back toward the sofa where

down, launched a kick aimed low. He didn't care about fighting dirty. Charles had a hand in Charlie's death; it was only fair if he

stepped back

Adam's stomach, sending him stumbling

hurried over, noticing the blood on Charles's

the police, but Charles cut him

"Yes, Mr. Jenkins."

Adam no longer in his way, Charles bent down, scooped Evelyn off the sofa,