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.

he held up the report. “You were right.

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

it's actually a slow-acting poison. While it hides the symptoms, it changes her system, making the toxin

back-

more it will destroy her body. In the end... no one could save

eyes grew colder

to do this to

lived, her life

his fist into the wall, the

leaving blood on

eyes burned red, wild with

Charlie's suffering as a weapon for her

Unforgivable.

given Charlie the pill in a moment of desperation. Otherwise, he would have become the very

-love

who hurt his own

critical. Forcing down his anger, Charles turned to

desperate. “Andrew, is there any

voice cracked, holding on to hope by a

frowned, lips

would've said so. That look meant

Charles wasn't afraid of

would do whatever

"Andrew. Tell me."

only option is to extract the toxin from Charlie and run as many tests as possible in the lab, searching for a real antidote or