The Day Our Promise Breaks

How was she supposed to live without the comfort of an unlimited credit card to swipe at her whim? Even after hearing the news firsthand, Dahlia couldn't bring herself to trust it until she experienced it for herself. Charles must have been pulling a fast one on Evelyn. There's no way he would suddenly turn so cold- hearted. If he really intended to cut her off, he would've done it as soon as he found out she wasn't Debbie, not waited until today.

The store clerk was internally rolling her eyes. She had never been fond of Dahlia, and her polite demeanor was only because Dahlia was a top-tier VIP. Now that she wasn't, the clerk had no reason to keep up the pretense. With a sense of satisfaction, she took Dahlia's card and swiped it. The machine beeped: Card Frozen. Unable to process. The clerk handed the card back to Dahlia with a smirk, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "See for yourself, clear enough?”

Dahlia's face went pale. Charles had really done it—he froze her card. Before she could fully process the shock, the mall manager appeared at the store entrance with two security guards. Eager to make up for earlier mistakes, he ditched the "customer is king" mantra and bluntly ordered, "Escort her out!"

Following orders, the guards moved in, wheeling Dahlia's chair toward the exit. "What are you doing? Let go!" Dahlia's face twisted in disbelief. The worst part was being kicked out while Evelyn watched, adding layers of humiliation. With her legs still not fully recovered, she was in no position to fight back.

As she was being removed, Dahlia spotted the manager approaching Evelyn, all smiles and courtesy. "You must be Ms. Evelyn. Mr. Aiden specifically instructed us -anything you buy can be charged to Mr. Jenkins' account." The clerk quickly wrapped up the dress Evelyn had her eye on and handed it over. Though it was Evelyn's first visit, she made a good impression. Even when Dahlia was prioritized as a VIP, Evelyn remained composed and polite.

Evelyn accepted the package and handed over her card. "Charge it." The clerk hesitated, “Ms. Evelyn, the manager just mentioned..." "I said charge it." Evelyn's face showed no emotion at the special treatment Charles was offering. She met the clerk's gaze calmly.

The clerk glanced at the manager, who remembered the morning call from headquarters, which included a video meeting. They were explicitly told to ban Dahlia from the mall and briefed on Ms. Evelyn's importance. She was to be treated as more significant than Mr. Jenkins-whatever she said went. With a nod from the manager, the clerk processed the card, handing Evelyn the receipt and packaged dress.

The manager approached with respect, "Ms. Evelyn, anything else you need? Shall I clear the floor for you?" "No need." Evelyn didn't bother with more words. They were just following orders from above. After picking up a birthday gift for Mabel, she and Adam went on to buy clothes for Josephine.

Outside the mall, Dahlia was being escorted out, cursing all the way. She even cursed the guards' ancestors. The guards, just following orders, were not pleased with the insults. Barely holding back their irritation, they brought her to the mall entrance. When they let go, with a bit too much force, Dahlia's wheelchair rolled forward. She couldn't regain control in time, and her wheelchair tumbled down the steps. In the midst of the bustling mall entrance, Dahlia lay there, utterly humiliated, struggling to get back up. With her legs still weak, she couldn't manage on her own.

A passerby, feeling sorry for her, stepped forward to help. But Dahlia, overwhelmed with rage and nowhere to vent, lashed out at the good Samaritan. "Get lost! Who do you think you are, thinking you can help me?!" Her words hit hard. "What's your problem?!" The passerby, taken aback, spat and walked away. This scene didn't go unnoticed by others around, and no one else dared to offer help.

Regretting her outburst, Dahlianoveldrama

realized without assistance, she was only worsening her situation. After

numerous failed attempts to

back into her wheelchair, she had no

choice but to ask for help. But the crowd ignored her. In the end, she resorted to begging, practically crawling on the ground. Just as she was pleading, Evelyn and Adam walked out, having finished their shopping. Dahlia had just managed to convince someone to help her. But before she could feel relief, her face turned ashen once more. Embarrassing herself in front of anyone was one thing, but in front of Evelyn, it was intolerable. She fled in disgrace.

On the way home, it took Dahlia a long time to calm down.