He tightened his grip, and a sharp pain followed.

Evelyn's hand loosened. Dahlia immediately turned and threw herself into Charles' arms. She covered her red and swollen cheek, stared at Evelyn with tears in her eyes, and accused her, "Evelyn, Charlie is your daughter. Why do you curse her to die, time and time again? Just because she couldn't win Charles' affection for you?"

"Dahlia, mention Charlie one more time, and believe me, I will ruin your mouth!" A vicious light flashed in Evelyn's eyes as she glared fiercely at Dahlia.

Even in death, Charlie was not spared from Dahlia's malice.

"You're bullying my mom. You're a wicked woman. You're just like Charlie. You only know how to bully me and Mom."

Hearing the commotion outside, Sandy, dressed in a beautiful princess dress, rushed out to Evelyn's side. She grabbed Evelyn's hand and bit down hard. Evelyn, with a cold face, pulled her hand back.

Sandy lost her balance and fell to the ground. She lay down, forgetting that right behind her was a freshly delivered cake tower, and fell into it.

and her stained princess dress, she couldn't hold back any longer. She burst

from the cake, her eyes red with grievance. "Evelyn, you've gone too far! Sandy is just a child. How could you lay a hand on her!" "Daddy, it hurts." Sandy immediately cried out to Charles with open arms. In front of

her, Charlie would always be envious and secretly sad, Whenever

expression to one of utter coldness. "Evelyn, what are you

and her lips curved into

was making a fuss because he once stood

than once that Charlie was dead, he never believed it.

What fuss am I making? Wasn't it Dahlia who called me

was filled with mockery as she watched them acting in unison, her tone extremely

reddened further, feeling

who invited you over. But I did it out of respect for Charles. After all, Charlie is his daughter, and it went to is his I didn't want to put him in a difficult position. But if

already 1:30 PM, with only half

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