As the second round of fireworks soared into the sky, exploding in a burst of dazzling colors, Charles and Dahlia simultaneously bent down to kiss Sandy. One on the left and one on the right, their affectionate kisses landed on Sandy's cheeks.

The moment was frozen in time.

"Woah. Mr. Jenkins really dotes on his daughter."

"Well, I heard Dahlia is the love of his life."

Envious voices filled the air.

Evelyn's eyes turned bloodshot as she tightly wrapped her daughter's urn in her down jacket. Her heart was twisting in pain.

She covered the front of the urn with her hand, whispering softly, "Charlie, don't look!"

She didn't want her daughter to be sad.

...

was ten o'clock at night when Evelyn returned to Oakwood Manor, the villa she

tidying up her daughter's belongings, she sat on the little bed holding her daughter's urn all night long. The next morning, Evelyn

It was Charles.

ever. He did not

been three days since their daughter died, and he only

at Evelyn's glare. Was she still angry about

he said in a deep voice, "I came to take Charlie to

forget the scene she saw

of her

I'm having a lot of fun with him. Don't

to her for the first time, just so she could spend time alone with her dad. Charlie believed he wouldn't lie to

the

eyes gradually became bloodshot as she glared at Charles with rage. Her voice was cold as ice.

she curse her own daughter to

was Charlie's mother. How could

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