The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 643

Charles looked up at Francis, desperate. "Francis, I'm begging you please! Take care of Charlie. No matter what, just keep her stable until I get back!"

Francis nodded, face set and serious. "You have my word. I'll do everything I can."

He flicked a glance at Q, who immediately rushed off to get the car ready.

"Thank you!" Charles called, wasting no more time. He whipped around, his movement cutting through the air, and charged out the door.

He didn't even dare glance back at his daughter, still fighting for her life in that hospital room. He was already gone, a blur at the end of the hallway, like an arrow let loose.

Every heartbeat that passed was another blow to Charlie's fragile lifeline.

...

The cell was damp and freezing, the stench of mold thick in the air.

By Charles's order, Luna was thrown in here, waist-deep in filthy water. Her once- perfect hair hung in messy, wet clumps, and her expensive clothes clung to her, ruined and pathetic.

But her eyes-her eyes were icy, filled with poison and a wild, almost crazed certainty.

The heavy iron door slammed open. Charles stood in the doorway.

Luna's lips curled into a twisted, triumphant smile. There was no fear in her eyes -only dark satisfaction.

bother

he'd figured everything out. If he hadn't, he never would have acted so

dig up the evidence she'd destroyed so soon. But did it really matter? It was already

choice now but

"Charles,

How's your precious

voice

Is

hanging by a thread?"

was the

was ruined. The

under

this man-no matter how hard he tried-would

since she'd

started twisting, filled with thoughts that weren't hers.

more she felt it the tangled love and hate Dahlia had for Charles, the burning hatred

that

by little,

She became Dahlia.

she found Charlie, hidden away with the Cipoletti family, and how she knew