The Day Our Promise Breaks

"Dahlia, I'm begging you... please give me back Charlie's ashes." Evelyn was on her knees, looking up at Dahlia with tear-filled eyes, pleading desperately. Charlie's ashes were in Dahlia's possession, leaving Evelyn with no choice but to do whatever it took. Her pride meant nothing if it meant she could protect her daughter's remains.

Dahlia looked down at Evelyn, who was obediently kneeling before her, with a sense of superiority. Images of that night at the little brat's grave flashed through Dahlia's mind. Evelyn had grabbed her hair, forced her down, making her bow to that little brat, until her forehead was bloody. It was the greatest humiliation of her life. Every time Dahlia recalled that scene, she wished she could destroy Evelyn. How dare this woman? Now that Evelyn was at her mercy, there was no way Dahlia would let her go easily.

"Evelyn, if you're begging, you should at least look like you're begging. Is this how you ask for something?" Evelyn met Dahlia's gaze, her eyes finally settling on the urn in Dahlia's hands, her fingers digging deeply into the dirt as she knelt. For Charlie's sake, she lowered her head and bowed repeatedly. "I beg you... please let Charlie go!"

"Evelyn, is this the extent of your love for that little brat?" Dahlia taunted, raising the urn in her hand, making her intentions clear. The humiliation Evelyn had imposed on Dahlia, Dahlia intended to return tenfold. “Dahlia, I'm begging you... please... please spare Charlie..."

Evelyn bit her lip hard, not daring to anger Dahlia, fearing that she might actually throw Charlie's ashes away. Under Dahlia's cold gaze, Evelyn continued to bow, one after another. Even though it wasn't a concrete ground, after dozens of heavy bows, Evelyn's forehead was bloody. Blood trickled down, and she felt dizzy, her movements slowing.

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Dahlia watched as Evelyn, humble and broken, Kowtowed before her. She didn't call for her to stop, and Evelyn didn't dare to cease. The satisfaction was immense. As if granting a favor, Dahlia finally spoke, "Enough." She had no intention of Killing Evelyn herself.

Evelyn struggled to her feet, swaying, "Dahlia, give Charlie back to me." "Stop right there, why are you in such a rush?" Dahlia set the urn down and placed her foot atop it.

"Dahlia!!" Evelyn's eyes blazed with fury, the sight of Dahlia almost causing her to lose control. How could she be so cruel? Dahlia's toe deliberately ground against the urn, as if she was crushing Charlie beneath her feet. It pushed Evelyn's fragile nerves to the brink. Watching Evelyn's escalating distress, Dahlia chuckled inwardly.

Her psychologist had told her that Evelyn couldn't handle any more stress and was prone to self-harm. Tonight, Dahlia was here to deliver the final blow, to push Evelyn over the edge. With the old matriarch of the Jenkins family gone, Charles would have no weakness. From this point on, no one would sway Charles's decisions in the Jenkins family. Evelyn, like her little brat Charlie, would be gone. And then, no one could stop Charles from being with her.

Charles would fulfill his childhood promise to marry her. Once she married Charles, she would bear his children. As for the little brat! A man's love for a child was never as deep as a woman's. Especially since Charles had never even spent a day raising Charlie from birth.