The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 44

Charles noticed Evelyn opened her eyes. He spoke in a deep voice, "Is it so hard to ask for my forgiveness?"

Just a little humility, and she wouldn't have to be taken away by the police.

Evelyn's eyes turned cold. Her cheeks, cleaned and medicated after a bath, weren't as painful anymore, but what she experienced in the detention center was still vividly etched in her mind.

Did he mean that because she hadn't begged him, everything she suffered through in the detention center was what she deserved?

Evelyn raised her hand and fiercely swatted Charles' hand away. Her face turned cold. "Charles, I would ask anyone but you. Stop pretending to care. I don't need it."

"Evelyn, you are so ungrateful!" Charles' expression suddenly darkened.

"Oh, I'm ungrateful?" Evelyn let out a cold laugh, but her eyes remained unamused. "Charles, you had someone slap me then came here to take care of me, and I'm supposed to be grateful to you?" "The detention center wasn't my doing."

For the first time, Charles offered an explanation to Evelyn.

Evelyn paused for a moment upon hearing this, but in an instant, the corners of her lips turned into a grimace.

Charles said it wasn't him and she believed him. For her, Charles had no reason to lie because it wasn't necessary. But...

"Does it make a difference?" Evelyn asked mockingly in return.

"Evelyn, what are you trying to say?" Charles' expression turned visibly colder. His gaze on Evelyn looked threatening.

Evelyn met his gaze without flinching, "What am I trying to say? If not you, then who else but Dahlia?" Evelyn ignored Charles' fury, unflinching.

"Where's the evidence?"

The last bit of warmth in Charles' eyes vanished as if Evelyn had exhausted his already limited patience.

He slowly stood up, towering beside the bed, looking down at Evelyn. He said with a chilling voice, "Evelyn, let's be dear. If you hadn't lost your temper, ruined Sandy's celebration party, and injured Dahlia, Dahtia wouldn't have chosen to call the police."

Mentioning the party made Evelyn's chest heave olently. She had

already given up on Charles and was utterly disappointed. Still, the way he unequivocally sided with Dahlia without distinguishing right from wrong made Evelyn's eyes redden with anger.

Her heart felt as if it was being squeezed tightly, the pain making her breathing painful. Her eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Charles, gritting her teeth. "Why did I ruin Sandy's party? It's because Dahlia is heartless. She knew very well Charlie had already passed away.

"Evelyn!" Charles interrupted her sharply, his gaze ice-cold. He suddenly reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up from the bed.

Still weak from her recent fever, Evelyn couldn't struggle against Charles' sudden aggression. Charles dragged her like a broken doll and stumbled along to the door of a spare room.

Charles kicked the door open, pulling Evelyn in. He steadied her body with one hand and grasped the back of her neck with the other, turning her head to force her to look around the side room as his gaze did.

Then, he slowly lowered his head, his lips near her ear, his voice cold as he questioned her, "That day, you brought me here, telling me Charlie's ashes were in this room. Evelyn, where are the ashes, huh?" Evelyn's throat was hoarse. She turned her head, her eyes red, and yelled at Charles, "Charlie was buried today..."