The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 246

Charles' stride was brought to an abrupt halt by a dozen bodyguards.

"Mr. Charles, our apologies."

Their stance was respectful but firm.

"Move aside!" Charles' voice cut through the air like ice.

His sharp gaze swept over the bodyguards, colder than a winter's chill.

An intimidating aura radiated from him.

Despite their inner fear, the bodyguards stood their ground.

Charles' fists clenched tightly.

He glanced at Charlie's gravestone, hesitating to act immediately.

Meanwhile, the bodyguards tied Dahlia’s hands and feet and gagged her mouth.

Through tear-filled eyes, Dahlia looked to Charles, mumbling, "Charles..."

He was her only shot at rescue, her only shield.

Evelyn had made her way to Rosa, grabbing a whip from one of the bodyguards. Her eyes were locked on Dahlia sprawled on the ground.

Her eyes, blazing with anger, were filled with hate.

Without a second thought, she raised the whip and lashed out at Dahlia.

"Evelyn, don't you dare!"

Charles' shout was fierce but fell on deaf ears.

Unfazed by his protest, Evelyn kept lashing Dahlia with brutal force.

Her heart was filled with venom.

She whipped Dahlia with deadly intent.

Dahlia's coat had been torn off.

She was clad in only a thin dress, and each strike sapped the color from her face.

"Ugh..."

Dahlia's body convulsed in pain. Her eyes were wide with agony as tears flowed freely.

This time, the tears were real, born from true pain.

But with her mouth gagged, only muffled cries escaped.

Charles saw Dahlia get whipped and couldn't hold back any longer. He sprang into action right in front of Charlie's grave.

With his body still on the mend, handling a dozen bodyguards wasn't a walk in the park.

By the time he'd dealt with them and reached Dahlia, Evelyn had already viciously whipped her so badly that her skin was torn and bleeding.

"Evelyn, are you out for blood?"

As Charles rushed over, Evelyn landed another strike.

He reached out, grabbing the whip with his hand.

The lash hit Charles hard, and he winced.

Evelyn had whipped him before, so he knew the pain all too well.

Dahlia had endured it more than a dozen times.

With a firm tug, he seized the whip and flung it down the hill.

"Charles!" Rosa was livid, her cane striking the ground with force.