The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 649

Charles sat at Charlie's bedside, his heart twisting with pain as he watched his daughter suffer.

Her face was pale, twisted in agony, and every soft moan felt like a blade carving into him. In his hand, he clutched a tiny, dark red pill he'd found hidden in a secret compartment of Luna's jewelry box. The pill was no bigger than a grain of rice, and his fingertips were cold as ice.

If he gave Charlie the pill, it would take her pain away.

But he couldn't trust Luna.

With all the malice she'd shown to Eve and Charlie, there was no way he believed she actually wanted to save Charlie.

"Charles, did you get the antidote?" Andrew's voice broke the silence. He'd rushed in all the way from the capital, ignoring his own exhaustion to join the estate's medical team, working nonstop to help find a way to save Charlie.

The moment he heard Charles was back, he'd come out of the lab in a hurry.

"Yes," Charles replied.

But he didn't do what Luna expected. He didn't give the pill to Charlie. Instead, he handed it to Andrew.

"Andrew, analyze it now. I want the most accurate results, no mistakes."

There was a sharp urgency in Charles's voice that allowed no argument.

Andrew had always trusted Charles's judgment and wasted no time. He grabbed the pill and hurried to the lab with Francis and the rest of the medical team, firing up the best equipment and running the tests at top speed.

It didn't take long to get the results-but what they found sent a chill through the

room.

as he held up the

toxins in Charlie's bo for a while, so she'd look like she's

it changes her system, making the toxin

toxins will come roaring back- ten, a hundred,

the longer she takes it, the more it will destroy her body. In the

grew colder with every

to do

life

the wall, the impact splitting

blood on the cold

red, wild

wanted to use Charlie's suffering as a weapon for her

Unforgivable.

the pill in a moment of

-love

who hurt his own

critical. Forcing down his anger,

and desperate.

holding on to hope by

lips pressed tight,

would've said so. That look meant there was

wasn't afraid

would do whatever it took-even

"Andrew. Tell me."

to extract the toxin from Charlie and run as many tests as possible in the lab, searching for a real antidote or antibody. But