The Day Our Promise Breaks

"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.

as he glanced at Evelyn. He quickly walked over to Dahlia, took her arm, and placed

help but cry out in pain, her lips quivering. She looked so

on." Charles' face was filled

her, the redder Dahlia's eyes became. Tears swirled in

melodrama,

didn't affect her at all. She was no saint; if she hadn't acted quickly, it

cold rebuke stopped her in her

was injured

walking,

quickly walked up to Evelyn, grabbing her wrist harshly and pulling her back. With a fierce tone, he said, "Evelyn, how could you be so cruel! Why did you hurt Dahlia's hand? Don't you know

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

heart was biased from the beginning would never change, even if the truth

herself in

to the imposing Charles and scoffed, "You say I