The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 283



Blood spurted out immediately, splashing across Evelyn's hands, painting them a vivid crimson. The scarlet liquid felt like it carried a fiery heat, making Evelyn's grip on the kitchen knife falter. It slipped from her grasp and hit the floor with a sharp clang.

Evelyn's eyes followed it down, fixating on the knife lying on the ground. Staggering slightly, she crouched and reached out, trying to pick it up again. For someone who had always been gentle and kind-hearted, using a knife to hurt someone was unimaginable. In the moment she plunged it into Charles, her mind went blank. But when she saw the blood gush out, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Now, with blood staining the knife and her own hand, her trembling grew worse. Her fingers could only graze the knife's handle; she couldn't muster the strength to pick it up, much less strike Charles again. She didn't want to give up; she had an overwhelming urge to make him pay. To send him to the afterlife to repent for what he'd done to her Charlie. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift the knife.

"Ugh!" A pained sound escaped her as she sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face. She despised her own helplessness. Charles was right there, yet she couldn't even bring herself to finish him.

"Eve..." Charles, clutching his wound, winced in pain as he watched Evelyn crumble. Instinctively, he tried to move towards her, but the searing pain in his abdomen stopped him. More blood poured from his wound, quickly soaking his hands and clothes, dripping between his fingers. It pooled on the floor in a small, glaring red puddle.

The agony made his vision swim, and his body swayed, unsteady. The blood loss was sapping his strength, and his legs buckled, dropping him to one knee in front of Evelyn. They were so close, yet a world apart-divided by their daughter's death, an unbridgeable chasm.

Charles felt his strength slipping away, his vision blurring, his body growing weaker. With a heavy thud, he collapsed in front of Evelyn. Hearing the noise, Evelyn lifted her tear-filled eyes, meeting Charles's bloodshot gaze. His eyes were filled with regret and guilt. He didn't need to speak; his expression said it all. noveldrama

Evelyn felt nothing. She couldn't hold the knife, couldn't land another blow. So she just stared at Charles as he lay bleeding on the floor. She knew if she didnt call for help, he would die But shouldn't he? As far

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she was concerned, eve

deserved every bit of it. For sacrificing Charlie's future for

someone who wasn't even his own

child, Sandy. Both he and Dahlia deserved to die in her eyes.

Charles could see the raw hatred in Evelyn's eyes. Her expression was cold, detached. She was waiting for him to die-not in a fit of rage, but out of a deep- seated wish. Stabbing him hadn't eased her anger. A surge of emotion and pain welled up in Charles, causing him to cough uncontrollably.

Just then, a knock on the door broke

the silence. "Mr. Jenkins," called

Aiden from outside. He had been waiting downstairs, uneasy about

leaving Evelyn at Evermore Count

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after seeing her state. But he

couldn't defy Charles's orders, so he brought her here. Sitting in the car, Aiden remembered the last time at Maple Garden when Evelyn had coldly watched as Mr. Jenkins bled from a head wound.

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