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.

walked over to Dahlia, took her arm, and placed her scalded hand under

out in pain, her lips quivering. She looked

Charles' face was filled with distress as

comforted her, the redder Dahlia's

this melodrama, and

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

cold rebuke stopped her

was injured and she

walking,

go of Dahlia and 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

if Charles wronged her. She feared Charles

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

tried to prove herself

raised her eyes to the imposing Charles and scoffed, "You say I hurt