The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 347

Whenever she was in a bad mood and needed to blow off some steam, she'd always drag Sandy into her room, making sure Delilah wasn't around.

"How much did Evelyn pay you to badmouth your employer?"

"What did Dahlia ever do to deserve this from you?"

Wesley remembered Dahlia mentioning that Delilah was paid pretty well. Dahlia had always treated her kindly, yet here Delilah was, talking smack behind her back.

Delilah hesitated for a moment. She had taken money from Ms. Evelyn, but she wasn't lying.

"I've got proof."

Delilah pulled out her phone to show Wesley a video. Wesley had always trusted Dahlia, but his feelings for Sandy were strong. Torn between the two, he reluctantly took Delilah's phone.

short, just a few seconds. In the middle of winter, Sandy was standing barefoot in the snow, wearing only a flimsy nightgown. Her arms and legs were exposed, turning a raw, purplish-red from the

Ms. Dahlia sent me to run errands far

Sandy either; she had recorded

eyes widened as

phone. Yet, his loyalty to Dahlia made him defend her instinctively, "There's got to be more to the

while she was changing. Not only did she have new bruises, but there were fresh

and marks appeared after Sandy visited Ms. Dahlia's room. Who else could

kept shaking his head, clearly affected by Delilah's

let Wesley go. She

him to

whom he adored. But knowing he truly cared for Sandy she was confident doubt would creep into his mind after seeing the video and hearing Delilah's story. Once he sought the truth he'd realize Delilah wasn't

had given her the night off again. And that evening, Wesley showed up at Greenrose at