The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 431

Wesley was taken away, and everything felt final, like the last page of a book.

"Brooks, let's head back to the hospital," Evelyn sighed, her spirit and body utterly drained. She couldn’t bear another glance at Charles or Dahlia.

"Alright," Brooks replied softly, wrapping an arm around Evelyn as they made their way out, moving together with a closeness that spoke volumes.

Charles's gaze darkened, the sight of them together like a thorn in his side. Instinctively, he took a step forward, yearning to pull Evelyn into his embrace. But as soon as he moved, Dahlia’s grip on his wrist brought him back to reality.

"Charles, can you help me with the paperwork?" Dahlia asked, holding onto his hand, her voice laced with a sweetness that belied the jealousy simmering beneath. She pretended not to notice how his attention had wandered to Evelyn.

"Okay," Charles murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Reluctantly, he tore his gaze away from Evelyn and joined the officers to assist Dahlia with the necessary signatures.

Once Charles disappeared from sight, Dahlia’s eyes found Evelyn, who was already stepping out of the police station, her envy and hatred barely concealed. Her hands clenched on the wheelchair's armrests, seething with an anger she couldn’t suppress. She couldn't just let Evelyn walk away after everything that had happened.

Knowing the paperwork would take a while, Dahlia maneuvered her wheelchair towards Evelyn.

Outside, Brooks headed to the parking lot to fetch the car. It was parked a bit away, and given Evelyn’s emotional state, he suggested she wait while he brought it around. Evelyn was truly exhausted and nodded, staying put.

As Brooks walked away, Dahlia followed them outside, careful not to approach Evelyn directly. She cast a furtive glance at the surveillance cameras, subtly adjusting her wheelchair to evade their view, yet still keeping the station's entrance in her sights.

That child should never have existed. And the old woman brought her fate upon herself, insisting on exposing her as not being Debbie, trying to restore Evelyn's rightful identity.

She couldn’t allow such a threat to her existence. No one could steal her identity as Debbie—not even Evelyn. From the moment Charles recognized her with the jade pendant, she became Debbie.

"Dahlia!" Evelyn’s voice was a low growl, eyes blazing with a fury she could barely contain, her chest heaving with anger. She wanted nothing more than to lash out at this venomous woman.

But just as she was about to rush forward, the surveillance cameras caught her eye. Evelyn forced herself to stop, to breathe, knowing Dahlia was baiting her, hoping she’d lose control.

Dahlia was banking on it, feeling untouchable. Under the watchful eyes of the cameras at the station entrance, if Evelyn snapped and attacked her, Dahlia could pretend to be seriously injured, claim emotional trauma. She’d insist on pressing charges, determined to drag Evelyn down with her.