The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 417

In the past, she'd heard whispers about others in her line of work doing similar things. All hush-hush, under the radar. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of temptation. So, she went ahead with it.

She could've sent Josephine directly to the crematorium, but things didn't go as planned. A nurse unexpectedly came in for a routine check. Hearing the footsteps, she quickly reattached the oxygen. By then, Josephine was already unconscious. As soon as the oxygen was back on, she darted to the side, pretending to busy herself with other tasks. When the nurse noticed something was off with Josephine, she only acted panicked once the call button was pressed. Everything went off without a hitch. Josephine wasn't dead, but she was in a vegetative state, which was almost the same.

The aide was trembling with excitement at the thought of the fifty thousand dollars she was about to receive. [Josephine's not dead, but she's in a vegetative state. Dr. Nelson said Ms. Evelyn should brace herself; she won't last much longer.] When Dahlia got this message, a smug smile curled up on her lips. That wretched woman's mouth would stay shut for good. Without evidence, she'd always be Debbie. Dahlia didn't hold back with the money; she handed it over to the aide. She had the aide record how she unplugged the oxygen, creating evidence to keep the aide in check. With proof of her premeditated act, the aide was now in the same boat as her. Just to be safe.

The aide called her daughter to confirm she'd received the fifty thousand in cash, feeling over the moon. Her earlier fears and guilt were forgotten. She even thought, Evelyn was so stingy. The men around Evelyn seemed loaded and treated her well. A woman who used her charm to get by, living off men, surely wasn't short of cash. She lived in a neighborhood worth millions. The two men in her life were billionaires—imagine that. Yet, Evelyn was so rich and couldn't spare a bit more for her. Every time, it was just a couple of thousand at most. Really stingy. Had she been more generous, letting a bit slip through her fingers, the aide wouldn't have been tempted by the fifty grand that cost Evelyn's mother's life. It was Evelyn's stinginess, not her fault. Fifty thousand, who wouldn't be tempted?

Having pocketed the cash, savoring the rush of easy money, the aide quickly justified her actions. It took her a moment to push down her glee. She composed herself, forcing some sadness into her expression as she looked at her phone. Once ready, she stepped out of the stairwell, heading to the hospital room.

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