"Ah!"

Dahlia let out a shrill scream from her throat, freezing for several seconds before tremblingly turning off the kettle. "Mommy!"

Sandy, who had come over unnoticed, saw Dahlia's hand scalded by the boiling water. After crying out for her mom, she suddenly turned and ran towards Charles, who was not far away. Like finding her rock, she cried, "Daddy... daddy..." Charles was on the phone, but he immediately hung up, crouched down, and lifted the tear-streaked Sandy into his arms. "Sandy, what happened?"

"Daddy, Ms. Evelyn burned Mommy's hand."

Charles' expression changed instantly. Holding Sandy, he quickly walked towards the break room.

The onlookers, attracted by the commotion, were stopped in their tracks by a look from Charles. No one dared to come closer.

Charles carried Sandy in, closing the door behind them with a backhand.

"Charles..." Dahlia's eyes were red, her voice trembling with pain she was desperately trying to hide. That call carried so much hurt.

gaze turned icy as he glanced at Evelyn. He quickly walked over to Dahlia, took her arm, and placed her scalded hand under cold

in pain, her lips quivering.

face was filled with distress as he softly comforted

her, the redder Dahlia's eyes became.

couldn't watch this melodrama,

She was no saint; if she hadn't acted quickly, it would have been her

Charles' cold rebuke stopped her

think Dahlia was injured and she

kept walking,

fierce tone, he said, "Evelyn, how could you be so cruel! Why did you hurt Dahlia's hand? Don't you know how important her hands are to

if Charles wronged her. She feared Charles misunderstanding her even more. Thus, she would incessantly try to defend

the beginning would never change, even if the truth was

to prove herself in

the imposing Charles and scoffed, "You say I hurt Dahlia? Where's the

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