The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 384

Charles walked over briskly and took her hand, saying softly, "I'm here."

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"Mommy..."

Sandy was waiting for her mom, but she didn't come back. It was only after she called Charles that she found out Dahlia had been hospitalized. The next morning, instead of going to school, she insisted on visiting Dahlia at the hospital.

Charles arranged for a bodyguard to take Sandy to the hospital. He hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night, and when Sandy arrived, he took some time to comfort her.

"Dad, Mommy has me and Auntie here to look after her. You should go home and get some rest," Sandy said, noticing the dark circles under Charles's eyes. Her gentle understanding warmed his heart.

As expected, Charles's expression softened. He gave Sandy a loving pat on the head. "Alright. Call me if you need anything."

"I will, Daddy," Sandy nodded, her obedience endearing.

Charles made sure the caregiver knew to take good care of Dahlia and Sandy before he left the hospital. Not long after, Dahlia woke up.

"Mommy!" Sandy was standing on a stool, carefully dabbing Dahlia's lips with a damp cloth, a technique she had learned from the caregiver, who watched with a proud smile.

Dahlia opened her eyes just then, and seeing her mother awake, Sandy couldn't contain her excitement.

Dahlia didn't respond immediately. She scanned the room, not seeing Charles, and asked hoarsely, "Where's your dad?"

rest," Sandy replied sweetly, then asked with concern, "Mommy, does it hurt? I can blow on

on Dahlia's bandaged wrist, her heart aching for

didn't answer. Instead, she turned to the caregiver. "Go bu me breakfast from Smith's Deli-make sure it's

at least

me to take good care of you. I could have it delivered,"

did offer

said, go buy it," Dahlia insisted, her voice frail but

instructions, the caregiver didn't argue further and left to fetch breakfast

felt the change. Having been on the receiving end of Dahlia's tempen before, her body

looked at Dahlia, cautiously speaking.

her eyes icy. She raised her uninjured hand but stopped short of slapping Sandy, worried that Charles

off the small stool. Among all the people Dahlia resented, Sandy was high on the list-a constant

in one thing, maybe Dahlia wouldn't have been pushed to the brink by Wesley and

thought, the angrier she became. If Sandy wasn't

lost her balance and fell with a thud. The stool wasn't high, but the impact made her head hit the ground hard,

from the floor, wiping

It's Sandy's fault. You can punish me however you

wrong. But every time Dahlia got angry and punished her, she'd tell Sandy it was

wrong. It was all her fault. When she was wrong, she needed to accept her punishment obediently. As long as

were all over the place, and she felt a wave of dizziness. Exhausted from blood loss, she had little strength, but her gaze remained icy as she looked at Sandy, "Just