The Day Our Promise Breaks

Evelyn was overwhelmed with grief and anger thinking about how young Charlie had been when she passed away. Her eyes were red with tears as she confronted Charles.

"Charles, Charlie went through so much pain with her illness. I finally found a kidney donor, and she was so close to being healthy again..." she said, her voice breaking. "But then Dahlia, that horrible woman, robbed my Charlie of her second chance at life. Doesn't she deserve to pay for what she did to Charlie?"

Charles stood there, stunned, unable to respond. A deep fear gnawed at him, worried that the kidney he helped Dahlia get might have been meant for Charlie. His silence only made Evelyn feel like he didn't believe her.

Evelyn clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her anger in check.

"Charles, maybe you don't trust me or Granny, but can't you at least think for yourself?" she pressed on. "Whether Dahlia really had a hand in Charlie's death, whether I'm wrong about her, wouldn't you find out if you just looked into it?"

"You refuse to investigate and blindly defend her. Are you even using your brain?" she added, frustration evident in her voice.

Charles tried to speak, but the words just wouldn't come out. Evelyn grabbed the front of his shirt, her tear-swollen eyes pleading with him.

"Charles, if you truly feel sorry for Charlie, if you really want to make it up to her, then go and find out the truth!" she urged. "Let Charlie and Granny rest in peace."

Despite her heartfelt words, Charles still didn't agree to look into the matter. Evelyn hadn't expected him to have unwavering faith in her without proof, like Rosa did. But she hoped he would at least have some doubt and be willing to investigate.

She was limited in what she could uncover on her own, but if Charles was willing, he could surely find some clues and discover that Dahlia played a role in Charlie's death. She hadn't anticipated that Charles wouldn't even bother to investigate.

Evelyn's hands suddenly went limp, and she sank back into her chair, closing her eyes in pain. Her body trembled slightly, as silent tears rolled down her cheeks, her face a picture of despair and sadness.

Seeing Evelyn in such a state made Charles feel even more uneasy. He didn't know if the kidney Dahlia had acquired was truly meant for Charlie, nor could he be sure if Dahlia was aware or if it was all a terrible mistake. His usually clear thoughts were now a tangled mess.

He didn't know the truth and was scared of what he might find, unsure how he'd face it. But he didn't run away. Instead, he took out his phone and texted Aiden: "Check into Sandy's kidney donor."

He needed to uncover the truth.

After sending the message, Charles took off his coat and draped it over Evelyn's knees. She seemed drained of all energy, not even reacting. When Dr. Nelson arrived, he found

them both as if frozen in time.

Walking over briskly, Charles stepped aside to let Dr. Nelson tend to Evelyn's foot wound.

"Ms. Evelyn, I need to remove the glass shards from your foot. It might hurt, so hang in there," Dr. Nelson said, as he began his work.

Evelyn had stepped directly onto

broken glass, and several shards were embedded in her skin. She

didn't respond even as Charles

offered his hand for her to bite down

on if it got too painful.

Dr. Nelson worked carefully to remove the shards, but even the gentlest touch was painful when glass was lodged in flesh. Yet, Evelyn didn't make a sound, as if she wasn't the one injured.noveldrama

Seeing her endure the pain silently only made Charles feel worse.

Rosa's funeral was held at the Jenkins Estate, and Evelyn showed up in simple mourning clothes. As soon as she arrived, Carmen and her daughter Sena blocked her way.

Sena, just back from overseas, saw Evelyn and immediately lashed out, "Evelyn, get out! How dare you show your face after causing Granny's death!"

"Rosa's death has nothing to do with me," Evelyn replied, sadness weighing down her voice. She didn't want a confrontation with the Jenkins family, especially not at Rosa's funeral.

"Nothing to do with you? Evelyn, you're the reason she died!" Sena accused. "You knew Granny's health was fragile, yet you deliberately told her that your child was killed!"

Evelyn clenched her fists tightly. Normally, if Sena dared to speak about Charlie like that, she wouldn't hesitate to retaliate. But today was Rosa's funeral, and she didn't want to disturb Rosa's peace, evenin death.

She steeled herself, trying to walk past Sena. "Didn't you hear me? Get out! You have no right to pay respects to Granny!" Sena shouted, knowing Evelyn wouldn't fight back.

Sena grabbed Evelyn's arm and shoved her hard. Already weakened by grief, Evelyn stumbled back several steps, finally falling into a solid chest.

Charles wrapped an arm around Evelyn's increasingly frail waist, steadying her, and glared coldly at Sena.