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.

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

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

on." Charles' face was filled with distress as he softly

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

couldn't watch this melodrama,

didn't affect her at all. She was no saint; if she hadn't acted quickly, it would have been her instead of Dahlia who got

Charles' cold rebuke stopped

was injured and she showed

walking, ignoring

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

her. She feared Charles misunderstanding her even more. Thus, she would

heart was biased from the beginning

who always tried to prove herself in

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