The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 61

Rosa clearly paused for a moment. She glanced at Evelyn and couldn't help feeling joy in her heart. Evelyn had finally stopped swallowing all her grievances and had learned to speak up.

Good.

The reassurance in Rosa’s eyes turned sharp as she looked up, her gaze cutting towards Dahlia like a knife.

Dahlia was already intimidated by Rosa. She felt her heart sink as Evelyn deliberately drew her attention. Despite her seething frustration, she was powerless. She could only quietly tug at Charles' sleeve and whisper, "Charles," hoping he would stand up for her.

But she received no response.

She quietly looked up and met Charles' cold gaze.

Dahlia's heart skipped a beat, and then it sank. She quickly lowered her eyes, her mind racing.

When she looked up again, tears welled up, and she said in a pitiful voice, "Evelyn, I'm really sorry. I was just so worried about Sandy earlier, and I spoke without thinking. I didn't mean to."

Her words were meant more for Charles than Evelyn. Charles' expression softened a lot. He clearly believed Dahlia's explanation. He gave Evelyn a look briefly, signaling her to stop there.

A flash of coldness passed through Evelyn's eyes. Dahlia's casual apology was meant to lightly gloss over everything. The injustice Evelyn suffered, being dragged into the fray, was deemed trivial.

Pretending not to understand Charles' intention, Evelyn suddenly stood up, walked over to Dahlia, and raised her hand.

“Slap—”

“Slap—”

She quickly landed two slaps on Dahlia's face.

Rosa showed blatant favoritism towards Evelyn.

Evelyn's eyes welled up with tears she barely held back. In the five years Rosa was away, she had suffered too many grievances in the Jenkins family. Only Rosa would believe in her and favor her unconditionally.

“And stop calling me your grandma.”

Rosa had no affection for Dahlia. She held Evelyn's hand. “Eve, as long as I am here, no one will dare to bully you.”

Dahlia was furious but dared not express it. She could only play the victim, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked pitifully at Charles, embodying the image of an vulnerable girl.

Rosa was utterly disgusted. She returned to her seat at the head of the table, her gaze coldly sweeping over Carmen and Charles. She struck the ground heavily with her walking stick and demanded sternly, “Who allowed Dahlia to come in? Didn’t I say as long as I'm here for a day, she's not to step foot into the Jenkins family's door? What, have I grown so old that my words no longer carry weight in this house?”