The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 431

Wesley was taken away, and everything felt final, like the last page of a book.

"Brooks, let's head back to the hospital," Evelyn sighed, her spirit and body utterly drained. She couldn't bear another glance at Charles or Dahlia.

"Alright," Brooks replied softly, wrapping an arm around Evelyn as they made their way out, moving together with a closeness that spoke volumes.

Charles's gaze darkened, the sight of them together like a thorn in his side. Instinctively, he took a step forward, yearning to pull Evelyn into his embrace. But as soon as he moved, Dahlia's grip on his wrist brought him back to reality. "Charles, can you help me with the paperwork?" Dahlia asked, holding onto his hand, her voice laced with a sweetness that belied the jealousy simmering beneath. She pretended not to notice how his attention had wandered to Evelyn.

"Okay," Charles murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away from Evelyn and joined the officers to assist Dahlia with the necessary signatures.

Once Charles disappeared from sight, Dahlia's eyes found Evelyn, who was already stepping out of the police station, her envy and hatred barely concealed. Her hands clenched on the wheelchair's armrests, seething with an anger she couldn't suppress. She couldn't just let Evelyn walk away after everything that had happened.

the paperwork would take a while, Dahlia maneuvered her wheelchair

Brooks headed to the parking lot to fetch the car. It was parked a bit away, and given Evelyn's emotional state, he suggested

was truly exhausted

walked away, Dahlia followed them outside, careful not to approach Evelyn directly. She cast a furtive glance at the surveillance cameras,

Dahlia maintained a facade of indifference, as if she and Evelyn had no beef, but her words

not afraid to confess—you guessed right. I was the mastermind," Dahlia declared, her

about you being a homewrecker to stress

fragile mother," she continued, her words like

down the stairs and paid off the nurse to unplug her oxygen. I wanted her dead. She deserved it! Just like that little brat

stain in Dahlia's eyes, a constant reminder of what could have been. If she had anyone to blame, it was Evelyn for daring to give birth to someone who might challenge her

child born to someone without self-awareness, still trying to capture Charles's attention by playing innocent

should never have existed. And the old woman brought her fate upon herself, insisting on exposing her as not