The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 515

No worries.

Charles just put a temporary hold on her card. But she still had her place at Rosewood Manor. Over the years, Charles might not have showered her with gifts, but he did give her a card. For every occasion, big or small, he let her buy whatever her heart desired. And in his indulgence, he never questioned her purchases—as long as she was happy, that was enough.

Thanks to this, her closet at Rosewood was brimming with exquisite jewelry, designer bags, and clothes. She could easily sell some of it at a second-hand store and still live comfortably, even without Charles' card. She just needed to ride out this rough patch. Once Charles cooled down, he'd surely hand her card back. He couldn't bear to see Sandy go through tough times.

As Dahlia thought about this, her heart settled, and her mood brightened. But that good feeling vanished the moment she returned to Rosewood. Stepping out of the car, she couldn't believe her eyes. What was happening?

Her front gate was wide open, and her yard was filled with her jewelry, designer bags, and clothes. People were moving in and out, hauling her things away. Dahlia's eyes blazed with anger as she wheeled herself forward, shouting, "What are you doing? Put everything down! Do you hear me? Put it down!"

"Don't touch those! They're mine!" Dahlia frantically tried to stop them, but they ignored her, continuing to clear out her things. Stuck in her wheelchair, she could do nothing but simmer in helpless fury.

Realizing she couldn't stop them alone, she angrily grabbed her phone to call the estate manager. The manager picked up quickly. Without hesitation, Dahlia unleashed her fury, "Are you all asleep at the switch? I pay a fortune in management fees every year, and you couldn't even keep the gate secure!"

"Who let these people in? You've got five minutes to get over here and kick this lot out of my house!" Dahlia's words were cutting, laced with insults directed at the manager.

He saved his good manners for property owners. Not long ago, Mr. Jenkins had personally informed him that the villa's new owner was Evelyn. Dahlia meant nothing now, and the manager wasn't about to be polite given her

to me

With no one to help her, Dahlia watched helplessly as more than half of her belongings were carted off. If this kept up, she

the police!" Dahlia wasn't just making threats-she picked up her phone, ready to

have to call the police? What

Just as Dahlia was about to make the call,

out.

make a

personally to oversee Dahlia's eviction from the villa. Seeing Aiden, Dahlia realized

Earlier, she'd

upset

being cut off at the mall and lost her

permission, no one would dare to enter her home and take her belongings. "Aiden, call Charles for me, I