The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 618

"Mom..."

Even in her unconscious state, Charlie kept whispering for her mother.

The woman glanced over at Charlie's thin, fragile form, her eyes colder than ice as she reached for the girl's neck.

Her fingers tightened slowly, squeezing the air from Charlie's throat, little by little.

Charlie's breath caught, her pale face turning a bluish purple as she struggled for air.

But just as the darkness started closing in, the woman let go.

No, strangling Charlie here would be far too easy on Charles and Evelyn.

Now that Charlie had lost her memory, there were better ways-crueler ways-to make Charles and Evelyn really suffer.

"Drive," the woman ordered, her gaze finally leaving Charles and Evelyn and settling on the driver.

"Yes, Ms. Sena."

was loyal-he'd been with her since she was a child, watching her grow up and taking her wherever she needed to

born into the cutthroat Rochette family, where weakness meant you were tossed aside. Sickly from the start, she'd been sent away by the lady of the house, raised

kind to the drivers and housekeepers, never

months ago, after a successful surgery, she finally got her health

her. But then, something changed-almost overnight, Ms. Sena seemed like a different person.

Yet here she was, taking

first, the driver thought maybe she

little girl to death,

might have acted out of empathy. The new Ms. Sena? She definitely

had taught him

back seat, the woman's demeanor flipped again as she cradled Charlie, who

back, voice suddenly soft and reassuring, “Shh, Mom's here.

...

was a bundle of nerves, unable to calm

and she and Charles climbed into the back

request, the driver took it slow, winding through

the windows, searching each block, but Charles didn't really think they'd

to bring her back, but the dead don't just

keep Evelyn from