The Day Our Promise Breaks -
Chapter 637
Chapter 637
The phone's shrill ring just wouldn't stop.
Charles sucked in a breath, wrestling down the tide of fury and panic boiling in his chest. He forced his breathing steady, and when he spoke, his voice came out calm-almost unnaturally so, hiding every trace of the tempest within. "Ms. Cipoletti-"
He barely got the words out. Suddenly, a voice crashed through the receiver-a desperate, trembling wail on the edge of sobs.
"Daddy-!"
That cry hit him like a white-hot needle, cutting through every last bit of composure he'd tried to hold onto.
"Charlie!" he choked out, his voice ragged. In a flash, he shot up from his chair like he'd been hit with a jolt of electricity. The chair scraped loudly against the floor, the sound harsh and jarring.
On the other end, Luna caught it all-a crack in his armor, clear as day.
Her lips curled into a cold, triumphant smile.
See? That little brat was always her trump card, her most reliable puppet, the weapon that never missed its mark. As long as she held the strings, Charles would never break free.
All she had to do was get him out of the way, leave Evelyn alone and unprotected in that hotel room...
Her "hunter" would slip in, silent as a shadow.
To destroy those hands built for art?
That was just the beginning.
She wanted to shatter every last hope Evelyn had, leave her drowning in despair for the rest of her days.
"Mr. Jenkins!"
Luna's tone shifted instantly, laced now with just the right amount of panic and helplessness, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Can you come over? Right now? Aurora... she..."
"She's really not herself tonight! She keeps fighting nightmares-I can't wake her, no matter what! Just now, she started crying for 'Daddy'... Do you think, maybe deep down, she still needs her father? Still wants to see you?"
She sounded like the picture of an anxious, loving mother, but every word was a scalpel, slicing right into the softest part of Charles's heart.
He couldn't resist. Not for a second.
Charlie... still loved him? Still longed for the father who'd let her down?
Even if there was just the faintest chance, it was enough to make him drop everything.
"Ms. Cipoletti, I'm on my way!" Charles snapped, not even waiting for a reply before he hung up.
Luna listened to the empty buzz on the line, her smile spreading wide-pure, ruthless satisfaction.
He's taken the bait.
The engine's roar ripped through the quiet of midnight.
The drive from the hotel to Luna's villa should've taken at least forty minutes, even with empty streets. But in under thirty, Charles's headlights cut through the darkness like blades, tires screeching as he tore into the driveway.
Luna stood by the floor-to-ceiling
window, the curtains casting shifting
shadows across her face. She
watched his car come to a stop, the night wind still swirling around¶t. Her smile deepened, colder and sharper in the gloom.
Once she was sure Charles had arrived, she nodded for the butler to open the
door, then quickly dialed the killer's number.
"It's time. Go."
The order delivered, the assassin-already lurking near the hotel-quietly slipped
past security and into the building.
Suite 2808 was just down the hall.
He picked the lock in seconds. The door swung open.
Inside, the air was thick with the soft
scent of sleep-inducing
I.ne
incense Charles's own request.
Evelyn was out cold on the bed, deep in a dreamless sleep. !
She didn't stir as the intruder entered.
The assassin glided across the room, silent as a shadow.
m
His eyes were ice-cold, empty of feeling as they fixed on Evelyn. !
With practiced efficiency, he drew a
knife and slashed down aiming m straight for !
her wrist.
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