The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 280

"Evelyn, you love Charlie so much, don't you? Can you really just leave her down there all by herself? Aren't you worried about her being all vulnerable and possibly getting pushed around?"

"Go on, be with her. You can't avenge her anyway. Why suffer here when you could join her? In death, there's peace, no more pain. You can be with your Charlie again."

Dahlia watched as Evelyn crumbled under the weight of her words.

Evelyn was on her knees, despair etched into her every feature. She looked utterly defeated, like she had no fight left in her.

She looked lifeless.

She wouldn't last the day.

Dahlia's lips curled into a cruel smile.

As she was about to leave, she paused in front of Evelyn, throwing her a disdainful glance.

So fragile.

Just a dead daughter, and she's drowning in depression.

Even fate seemed to be on my side.

If Evelyn hadn't been so broken, getting rid of her would have been much tougher.

Dahlia casually flicked her hair back, ready to walk away.

Unexpectedly, Evelyn stood up.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she faced Dahlia, raising a hand to shove her.

"Dahlia, go to hell!"

The push carried all of Evelyn's pent-up hatred.

She wanted Dahlia gone.

Dahlia didn't see it coming. She stumbled backward in her high heels on the uneven ground.

She was near the edge of a hill.

A fall could be disastrous.

Panicked, Dahlia flailed her arms, trying to regain her balance.

Just when she steadied herself, her heel struck something.

Looking down instinctively, she saw Charlie's urn.

The impact knocked her off balance again, and she inadvertently tipped the urn over.

Pain shot through her ankle as it was struck by the edge.