The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 550

Dahlia had lost her mind.

The torment she endured in prison shattered her sanity.

A team of professionals had been brought in to evaluate her, and the diagnosis was clear: Dahlia was suffering from a severe mental disorder.

Her behavior was completely out of control.

The recommendation was to transfer her to a psychiatric hospital.

Charles stared at the assessment report in his hands, then glanced toward the corner of the room where Dahlia sat crouched, hair wild and tangled, mumbling to herself.

One moment, she would burst into foolish laughter; the next, she'd suddenly break into tears.

Her sobs would twist into sheer terror as she stared wide-eyed at nothing, her emotions spiraling out of control, arms flailing wildly as she shrieked without end.

Sometimes she screamed, "Don't come any closer! Don't hit me!"

Other times, "It wasn't me who killed you! It wasn't me! Please, don't haunt me!"

Then, all of a sudden, she'd drop to her knees, stroking the empty floor as if soothing a phantom child, whispering, "Sandy, I'm your mother."

Moments later, she would fly into a frenzy, banging her head against the wall again and again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

She hit the wall so hard, blood soon streaked down her forehead.

But she seemed numb to the pain, continuing to bash her head with reckless force.

A guard rushed over, pulling Dahlia away, stopping her from hurting herself further.

Catching sight of Charles, Dahlia suddenly thrashed in the guard's grip, her face smeared with blood. She gazed at Charles, her eyes full of desperate yearning, and cried out, "Charles, have you come to marry me?"

"Charles, you promised. You said you'd marry me. Why haven't you kept your word?"

Charles stared back at her, his expression blank.

The report was genuine.

And the woman before him truly seemed deranged.

it was a desperate ploy

she really think the psychiatric hospital would be a safe haven?

to make a getaway during the

sick, then send her to the hospital," Charles

was scheduled

had also dispatched his own men, ensuring

report, "Mr. Jenkins, on the way to the hospital, Dahlia had a breakdown and demanded to use the restroom. On the way there with the officers, she tried to bolt into the crowd,

"I expected as much. Even if she's faking, she

no liberation for

was

the truly disturbed, would only spiral further

report for the Hope for

learning that Charlie had died from kidney failure, he and Rory

Ye'

honor to provide funding and medical help for patients

similar conditions.

to do some good in Charlie's name, as

he'd sorted everything out, he planned to hand the foundation

letting her manage it.

managed to get out

that pretending to

make them drop

but she

to keep her under such

was really locked away in a psychiatric

was then that Dahlia realized Charles was truly

even harder to endure

inside, she felt herself teetering

was out there, living her life in happiness

why

If it

her

for that wretched

sinsistence of

clinging