The Day Our Promise Breaks

Evelyn was facing Dahlia and noticed the change in her expression immediately. Dahlia looked panicked and afraid. Almost instinctively, Evelyn turned to follow Dahlia's gaze. What she saw was a silhouette she could never mistake. Evelyn's eyes widened in shock. She stared, unable to believe her eyes for a moment. She was too afraid to blink, let alone step forward, worried it was just her imagination.

Then, the figure spoke gently, "Eve." Those two soft syllables hit Evelyn hard, right in the heart. Only then did she realize that the person standing before her wasn't a figment of her imagination. It was really her mom. Her mom... was awake.

"Mom!" Tears sprang to Evelyn's eyes as she rushed over to Josephine, who was sitting in a wheelchair. When she reached her, Evelyn dropped to one knee, her eyes red and full of worry as she looked Josephine over. "Mom, when did you wake up? Are you feeling okay? Let me take you back to the hospital!" In that moment, nothing else mattered to Evelyn. All she cared about was her mom's well-being.noveldrama

"Mom's fine, Dr. Nelson is here, don't worry." Josephine's eyes were also brimming with tears. She thought about the scene she had just witnessed— Dahlia's smug expression, and Eve, so angry and helpless. It broke her heart. She opened her arms and pulled Evelyn into a comforting hug. No matter how old they get, kids are always kids in their mother's eyes.

"Godmother!" Adam was just as overjoyed! He sternly told the security team holding him, "Let go!" They hesitated and looked to Charles, who nodded for them to release him. Adam immediately dashed to Josephine's side. "Godmother!" Like Evelyn, his eyes were filled with concern as he looked at Josephine. She was Evelyn's rock, and if anything happened to her, it would be too cruel for Evelyn to bear.

Seeing Josephine awake, Charles couldn't hide his excitement either. He was about to step forward when Dahlia, behind him, suddenly called out weakly, "Charles..." Seeing Josephine filled Dahlia with immense terror, like she'd been plunged into an icy abyss. Her mind raced with one thought: she needed to get Charles out of there. This old woman had evidence, and she was here to expose that Dahlia wasn't really Debbie. She couldn't let that happen.

Though her mind was in chaos,

Dahlia didn't let it show on her face. As Charles paused and turned to look at her, she put on a pitiful expression and said, "I feel really unwell, can you take me to the hospital?" She was a master playing the victim, appearing so frail she might faint any second.

"Andrew!" But Charles didn't rush

over to Dahlia. Instead, he called out to Andrew, who had followed him. Dahlia's expression froze. She

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Andrew had already stepped in, blocking ber view. He asked in a formal tone, “Ms. Dahlia, where do you feet unwell?"

Feigning illness in front of Andrew was like trying to show off swordplay to a master. She could only force a smile and vaguely replied, "I feel a bit nauseous."

"Is it because you disgust yourself?" Andrew retorted sharply, clearly unimpressed by her act.

Dahlia: "..."

She had no time to squabble with Andrew. Her mind was entirely focused on the old woman. Lowering her gaze, she quickly tried to come up with a plan. What should she do? How could she fix this?

Meanwhile, Charles had already reached Josephine's side, speaking with deep respect, "Aunt Josephine" From the first time they met, Charles had inexplicably felt a warmth toward Josephine. Hearing Charles's voice, Josephine gently released Evelyn from her embrace and looked up at him. Her eyes were a mix of emotions—anger, resentment, annoyance, and a touch of

bitterness. Though she had been in a coma, she could hear everything. She knew that Charles often visited when Eve wasn't around, always hoping for her recovery.