The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 309

Chapter 309
He'd occasionally serve her a dish, and they'd share a tender smile, eyes filled with warmth and affection. He'd also gently tuck
the stray strands of her hair behind her ear. Every snapshot captured the deep bond they shared; Brooks adored her, and she
was blissfully happy. How could Evelyn, that troublemaker, possibly deserve this?! Dahlia glanced down at her own paralyzed
legs. That woman was the reason she was stuck in this wheelchair. And now Evelyn wanted a fresh start and a good life? No
way! Dahlia glanced towards the dining room, then wheeled herself over to the study door, calling out to Charles inside, "Charles,
I've got plans with friends tonight, so I won't be joining you." "Alright," Charles replied absentmindedly, not even looking up.
Dahlia's grip on her wheelchair tightened. She blamed Evelyn for Charles's indifference. If she had to suffer even a little, she was
determined to make Evelyn suffer a thousand times
more.
... At the restaurant, since her legs had become paralyzed, Charles had arranged for two skilled bodyguards to ensure Dahlia's
safety. She brought them along as she headed to the restaurant. Knowing exactly where Evelyn and Brooks were sitting, Dahlia
made sure to appear right in their line of sight. Brooks noticed Dahlia immediately and instinctively reached for Evelyn's hand,
casting her a worried glance. Even though Evelyn had assured him she was better now, he couldn't forget the two episodes she
had two years ago. He had also seen the scars on her wrists later on. He couldn't bear the thought of her being triggered and
harming herself again. Dahlia didn't shy away but instructed her bodyguards to hang back a bit, giving her the chance to speak
directly to Evelyn. She maneuvered her wheelchair right up to Evelyn. "Evelyn, I'm so thrilled to see you're still alive. It's been
two years; how about a private chat to catch up?" Dahlia's eyes were taunting, "What? Are you scared?" Brooks was about to
step in to defend Evelyn and call for someone to "escort" Dahlia out when Evelyn, clearly agitated, shot back, "What have I got to
be afraid of?" As she spoke, she stood up. Dahlia's eyes sparkled with triumph. "Evelyn." Brooks stood up too, holding onto
Evelyn's hand. "Brooks, stay out of this." Evelyn shook off Brooks's hand and moved forward impulsively. Brooks watched her
retreating figure with worry written all over his face. Dahlia maneuvered her wheelchair to follow Evelyn, instructing her
bodyguards to keep a cautious distance. To protect her, of course. And also to ensure they didn't overhear her conversation with
Evelyn. They entered a private room, where Dahlia instructed, "Be ready to come in if needed." "Yes, Ms. Dahlia," the
bodyguards responded before she entered. Her intention was to provoke Evelyn. Even if she couldn't push Evelyn to the edge
right away, she could trigger her condition, making her suffer mentally. Dahlia was sure of her victory. She wheeled inside. The
door closed behind them. Dahlia activated a signal jammer, ready to start her verbal assault on Evelyn. But before she could get
a word out, her mouth was suddenly covered. Evelyn moved with unexpected speed; one moment she was a few steps away,
the next she was right in front of Dahlia. In a flash, she shoved a cloth into Dahlia's mouth, silencing her, while grabbing a fistful
of her hair, dragging Dahlia off the wheelchair.

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