The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 242

"No need. Charlie was already laid to rest a while ago." Charles' voice was hoarse with a heavy heart. Just mentioning it made his chest tighten painfully. "And I, her father, only found out yesterday..." He choked up. "I failed Charlie!" His eyes welled with tears again.

Last night, he knelt by Charlie's grave, whispering apologies over and over. But what good was it? Charlie was gone, and he could never make things right with

her.

Dahlia, seeing Charles' anguish, sat beside him on the hospital bed. She took his hand gently, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Charles, you have to let yourself grieve," she said softly. "I know losing Charlie is tearing you apart, but she loved you so much. She wouldn't want you to torture yourself like this. It would break her heart."

"Charlie wouldn't be heartbroken; she'd blame me and hate me." Charles' voice cracked, his eyes stinging with emotion. They say men don't cry easily, but the loss of his daughter cut him deeply.

"No, how could Charlie ever blame or hate you? You didn't visit her grave because you didn't know..." Dahlia insisted, trying to console him.

the guilt he couldn't shake, a thorn deep in his heart. "The day I

I didn't believe her." If he'd believed Evelyn sooner, he wouldn't have discovered the truth months after Charlie's death. What was worse was that

called him several times. He saw the calls but ignored them, thinking she was upset about him taking Sandy to Disneyland instead of Charlie. He had no

celebrating Sandy's birthday. Back then, he didn't know Charlie was sick, too. He thought she was fine and there'd be more chances to be with her. Sandy's condition was worsening, and they were preparing for surgery. Dahlia had tearfully said it might be Sandy's last birthday. Even though

matching kidney... But life doesn't offer do-overs. He raised his hand to his

beat

ret

you thought she'd drugged you

Dahlia's words were kind, they couldn't ease Charles'

next morning, Charles

was still bandaged from Evelyn's attack. Her blow had been fierce; if it hadn't been a vase but something sturdier, it