The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 542

The nurse heard a commotion behind her and turned, a scalpel still in her hand as she was tidying up. When she saw Dahlia struggling to sit up, she immediately tried to stop her. "Ma'am, your wounds were just stitched up. You can't move so suddenly-"

Before she could finish, Dahlia snatched the scalpel from her grip and pressed it against the nurse's carotid artery, her voice cold and menacing. "Don't make a sound. I already have three lives on my hands. One more won't matter."

The nurse's face went stark white with fear.

Dahlia's glare was wild, the look of someone with nothing left to lose-a fugitive capable of anything.

"Just... calm down..." The young nurse's lips trembled as she whispered, desperate and terrified. She couldn't die now—not after just saying yes to her fiancé's proposal. They'd finally made it through so much to be together. She couldn't bear to let it end here.

Dahlia motioned for her to help her out through the emergency exit.

The nurse didn't dare resist, helping Dahlia out of bed.

Dahlia managed to brace herself enough to sit in a wheelchair by the wall.

her toward the staff exit-the one marked

the main OR door were none the

get out. Even if she became a wanted criminal, she would find a way—she'd stow away, change her name, do whatever it took. She refused to just sit

in the wheelchair, hidden behind the nurse and her own curtain of hair, Dahlia knocked the nurse out as soon as

covering her face, and wheeled herself toward the hospital's main entrance, desperate to get away before the

freedom-almost out the

a figure stepped into her

was Evelyn, who'd sensed

the moment she appeared-Evelyn, sharp- eyed and suspicious, watching her like a hawk as she

was the last person Dahlia wanted to see-especially now, battered, desperate, after Wesley's torture and being handed over

the wheelchair straight at

barreled forward, Evelyn swung her leg out

sending Dahlia crashing to the

scramble up, but a heavy boot pinned her down, right

split