The graveyard was cold enough to chill you to the bone, but Evelyn didn't feel a thing. She was kneeling right in front of Charlie's tombstone, her eyes full of guilt and tenderness as she gazed at the picture of her sweet, smiling face. She had scrubbed away every last trace of the black animal blood, yet the knot of grief in her chest refused to budge-it only grew heavier.

Her heart ached fiercely for Charlie, and her hatred for Dahlia was like a raging fire. Ever since she learned that Dahlia was the one who caused Charlie's death, these emotions had been a heavy weight on her soul. She wanted Charles to see Dahlia and her daughter for who they really were, to feel the pain of losing Charlie, and to seek justice for her. But here they were, and even after he found out Evelyn hadn't drugged him all those years ago, even after he realized how good and obedient Charlie had been and that she hadn't pushed Sandy, he still didn't see things clearly. His promises to Charlie were nothing but empty air. He continued to side with Dahlia and her daughter, defending them without any sense of right or wrong wrong.

"Charlie, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry!" Evelyn whispered, her heart breaking. Charlie had been gone for so long, and she hadn't been able to avenge her. Evelyn despised her own helplessness. She hadn't protected Charlie while alive, and in death, Dahlia was still hurting her. This sense of powerlessness was like a mountain on Evelyn's chest.

Tears blurred Evelyn's vision as she choked out, "Charlie, it's been so long, and you've never visited me in my dreams. Are you mad at me? Are you upset that I know who hurt you but haven't done anything about it?" Her voice was soft but full of resolve. "Don't be mad, honey. I'm going to make it right, okay?" She kissed Charlie's picture and stood up, wiping her tears away. Her eyes were filled with a fierce determination. She was going to make sure Dahlia paid for what she'd done. Dahlia wouldn't have any more chances to hurt Charlie.

With this resolve, Evelyn didn't waste another moment. As she turned to leave, she nearly bumped into a security guard approaching her. "Ms. Evelyn, I'm really sorry. I checked the surveillance but couldn't see who did it," he said, sounding apologetic. He had gone through the footage carefully, but whoever it was had been clever, slipped into blind spots and appeared when the guards were on break.

"Thanks," Evelyn replied, not really concerned about evidence anymore. She gave a small nod and walked away, her steps a bit unsteady but firm. She got into her car and, with a determined push on the gas pedal, headed straight for Greenrose.

Meanwhile, Dahlia slipped out of the graveyard as discreetly as she had arrived, avoiding the cameras. She got into a plain car parked under a tree and sped off, not caring about the gash on her forehead. She couldn't risk Evelyn sending security after her. The whole way, she thought about Evelyn's intense reaction. When Evelyn had said, "You killed Charlie," it wasn't a guess; she knew. But how? Dahlia had no idea when Evelyn had found out.noveldrama

She cracked the window open,

letting the cold wind clear her head. Evelyn must not have any evidence; otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed quiet for so long. Charles favored

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easily believe Evelyn without proof. If Evelyn had anything concrete, she would have already confronted him. The incident at the banquet a few days ago made sense now-Evelyn had exposed Sandy's true parentage not to target Charles but to seek justice for Charlie.

With some relief, knowing Evelyn had no proof and the only witness was gone, Dahlia relaxed a bit. She needed to plan her next move carefully. She swung by a mall halfway home, switching to her car, and used the medical kit Charles had left for Sandy to patch up her forehead. Looking at her bloodied reflection, her face twisted with anger. If she hadn't managed to brace herself every time Evelyn forced her down, she might have ended up dead at Charlie's grave tonight. One day, she vowed, she'd make Evelyn join her daughter.

After tending to her injuries, Dahlia drove back to Greenrose. When she reached home, the nanny heard the car and came out to see her. The nanny gasped when she saw Dahlia with a blood-soaked bandage on her head and her clothes stained with blood. Some of it was from her own wound, and some from the black animal blood intended for Charlie's grave that she splashed on herself. The sight was enough to frighten anyone. "Ms. Dahlia, what on earth happened to you? How did you end up so badly hurt?"