The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 418

The caregiver quickly composed herself, looking over at Evelyn with a face that was all wounded innocence.

"If you think I dropped the ball with Ms. Josephine and that's why this happened, then fine, I'll just quit!" she declared. "Ms. Evelyn, I genuinely believe I've done my best to take care of Ms. Josephine. I've never slacked off. She treated me like family, and I saw her as my own sister."

"I know you have issues with me ever since that incident when I asked my daughter to leave and it led to Ms. Josephine getting hurt. I admit, that was my fault. I shouldn't have left her alone, and I'm really sorry for that."

"But pinning Ms. Josephine's recent shock on me without any proof? That's just heartbreaking," she added, tears beginning to well up, giving her a pitiful look.

Evelyn's questioning was a probe. The timing of everything was just too suspicious. Her mom was fine when she left; how could she have gone into shock in just thirty minutes unless someone made it happen? If foul play was involved, the caregiver was the obvious suspect.

can't stand me anymore, so I won't be able to care for you. Please, take care of yourself," the caregiver said, turning towards Josephine, tears

shock from her mom's sudden comatose state, realizing she'd forgotten something important. It was only when the caregiver mentioned the past incident that she remembered. That incident had tipped her off that Dahlia was plotting against her mom. If she failed once, she

my phone?" Evelyn

quickly installed the necessary

the caregiver, done with her little act, started packing her things, muttering, "Ms. Evelyn, you've done me wrong,

Josephine was kind to me, so I won't take this month's pay. But Ms. Evelyn, a word of advice: don't go accusing people without evidence. It really stings." With that, she wiped away a fake tear, finished packing, and headed for the door. "Hold it right there!" Evelyn called out before she could

backed off. What else do you want?" The caregiver turned around, anger flaring in her eyes, trying to paint herself as

it. What