The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 170

Sandy nestled into her mom's hand, her voice small and pained, "Mommy, it hurts so much..."

But Dahlia didn't coddle her; instead, she spoke with a firm tone, "I'll be calling your dad soon. He'll meet us at the hospital. Save those cries for when he's there..."

"And remember, tell him everything that happened at kindergarten today. Make sure he knows how much it hurt."

Sandy nodded obediently.

"That's my girl." Dahlia took a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from Sandy's forehead. "Whether mommy and daddy can be together depends on you, Sandy. You won't let me down, right?" Sandy nodded again, just as dutifully.

Dahlia gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "You're mommy's little girl."

Turning back to her seat, Dahlia's smile faded instantly as she settled into the driver's seat. She picked up her phone to call Charles.

Charles had just left Evelyn's hospital room and was on his way to grab breakfast for her when his phone rang. After he picked it up, he was met with Dahlia's panicked voice, "Charles, something's happened to Sandy!"

His heart dropped, and the breakfast slipped from his hands, hitting the floor with a muted thud. He didn't even glance at it as he hurried out, "Where's Sandy now?"

in the car with me, and it's not

overwhelmed by fear. Through the call, Sandy's faint cries could be heard, and Charles felt a wrenching heartache, "I'm at the Hospital. Bring her here. I'll handle everything. What's going on

I'm here.

immediately

he didn't notice Evelyn watching from a short distance away. Evelyn saw his deep concern for Sandy and had a coldness in her eyes that outmatched

...

the hospital, she saw Charles waiting by the entrance, surrounded by several pediatric specialists. She stumbled out of the car, eyes welling up as

back door opened, revealing Sandy's pale face, and Charles' heart hurt

"Daddy..."

heartstrings. A doctor nearby quickly stepped up, gently lifting Sandy

her forehead.

specialists worked swiftly,

daughter's spleen is almost ruptured. She needs a blood transfusion. Don't worry.

Kon?

to arrange the plasma, and Sandy was wheeled into a

sat beside her, trying to treat the swelling on Sandy's face, her tears falling like rain. Her

ointment from Dahlia, gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, and motioned for her to take a seat. Dahlia moved aside, giving