The Day Our Promise Breaks

Evelyn looked up at Brooks, her voice gentle but unwavering. "Brooks, I know you'd treat this child as your own, but... I can't keep the baby."

The life inside her tugged at her heart; letting go wouldn't be easy.

But deep down, she knew this was a choice she had to make. It wasn't fair to Brooks. It wasn't fair to herself. And she refused to let Charles have any reason to worm his way back into her world.

Between her and Charles was the shadow of Charlie's death-a pain that would never fade.

Holding onto any thread of the past would only hurt her more.

So, even if it broke her heart, she would not waver.

"Have they set the surgery date? Can it be done today?"

Brooks met her gaze and saw the determination in her eyes.

He squeezed her hand. "The doctor says your body needs a little time to recover.

You should stay here and rest for two days first. Then they'll arrange the procedure."

"Alright," Evelyn whispered, nodding.

Brooks spotted the fatigue etched across her features and softened his voice. "Get some rest. I asked the kitchen back home to prepare something healthy for you-grilled fish, veggies, and fresh fruit. I'll wake you when it arrives."

Ever since Mrs. Robinson's illness, the estate's kitchen had been run by chefs handpicked for their skill with nutritious meals.

They never missed the little details.

letting Brooks help

out; her body was running on empty. The moment she closed

at her side, holding her hand,

the meal. Just as a housekeeper was about to leave for

housekeeper

the bag?" Wiona asked, glancing at the food

and asked the kitchen to make a nutritious meal,"

need to ask who it was

gone out of his way for his own health, let alone arranged for a special meal. There was only one person

Wiona felt a complicated mix

and more, especially seeing the effort she put into the Robinson Group. The way Brooks had managed to finish the old man's

for Brooks' sake. She fought for the Robinson Group for

me," Wiona suddenly said, her

housekeeper hesitated, uncertain.

the

always liked Evelyn. And this meal had been specifically ordered by Mr. Charles. She didn't

him.

wrong? I'm not going to throw it away!" Wiona snapped, a

mean...?" the housekeeper asked, testing

passing by

wasn't about to admit this was just an excuse to

you waiting for?" she

housekeeper hesitated, and Wiona's impatience

meal isn't going to the Robinson Group-it's

Wiona's