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.

glanced at Evelyn. He quickly walked over to Dahlia,

couldn't help but cry out in pain, her lips quivering. She

filled with distress

more he comforted her, the redder Dahlia's eyes became. Tears swirled

melodrama, and turned

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

cold rebuke stopped her in her

injured and

kept walking, ignoring

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 how important her hands are to her?" Evelyn

wronged her. She feared Charles misunderstanding her even more.

from the beginning would

prove herself in front of

imposing Charles and scoffed,