The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 281

Evelyn paused, a sudden realization hitting her—she had already blocked Charles ages ago.

With a quick flick through her phone, she found her way to the blocked list and unblocked his number. Without missing a beat, she hit the call button.

The first ring went unanswered.

She tried again. No luck.

[Dahlia's words replayed relentlessly in her mind: "Do you know where Charles was while you were desperately trying to reach him from outside the operating room? He was at the hospital, just hanging out with Sandy for no good reason!"]

["He saw your calls, Evelyn. Every single one. He just decided not to answer. Not even once! If he had, maybe your little angel could've been saved!"]

Her fingers moved almost automatically, dialing yet again.

Finally, on the fourth try, the call connected.

Charles's voice came through, a mix of surprise and disbelief, "Eve?"

"Where are you?" Evelyn asked, her voice steady and composed.

"What's going on?" Charles asked, setting down his wine glass, a slight clarity returning to his eyes.

"I need to see you. Where are you?" Her voice remained unwavering.

"I'm at Evermore Court. Where are you? I’ll send Aiden to pick you up." Charles offered, knowing he couldn’t drive himself after having too much to drink.

"Greenwood Cemetery," she replied simply. It was late, and with no cars in sight, she couldn’t reach Charles on her own.

Aiden arrived swiftly. Even before the car reached the cemetery, he spotted Evelyn by the roadside.

She was a haunting vision in white, her hair in disarray, her face marked with streaks of blood and tears. The headlights caught her figure, giving Aiden a start.

Evelyn paid him no heed, opening the car door and slipping inside.

Following Charles's precise instructions, Aiden didn’t waste any time.

"Ms. Evelyn, should we head to the hospital first?"

"No," she replied, her voice as cold as ice.

He placed the kit on the coffee table, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "Eve, let's get that wound taken care of."

Evelyn didn’t budge, her gaze icy as it fixed on Charles.

"Charles, how can you live with yourself after what you did to Charlie?"

His eyes widened in shock.

She knew?

The look on his face confirmed Dahlia’s accusations were true. Charlie’s death was indeed linked to Charles. He was responsible for her Charlie’s death!

"Eve, let me explain..." Panic surged through Charles as he scrambled for words.

But Evelyn didn’t give him a chance. She swiftly brought her hand forward, revealing a fruit knife she’d kept hidden behind her back, and drove it into Charles’s abdomen without a moment’s hesitation.

"Charles, you deserve what’s coming to you!"