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?"

replied sweetly, then asked with concern,

wrist, her heart

answer. Instead, she turned to the caregiver. "Go bu me breakfast from Smith's

least

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

Deli did offer

buy it," Dahlia insisted, her voice

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

Having been on the receiving end of Dahlia's tempen before, her body flinched instinctively, though she didn't dare move away.

looked at Dahlia, cautiously speaking.

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

Frustrated, she shoved Sandy off the small stool. Among all the people Dahlia resented, Sandy was high

Sandy had only succeeded in one thing, maybe Dahlia wouldn't have been pushed to the brink by

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

a thud. The stool wasn't high, but the impact made her head hit the ground hard, bringing tears to her eyes instantly. But she didn't dare

the floor, wiping her

I'm sorry. It's Sandy's fault. You can punish me however

got angry and punished her, she'd tell

wrong, she needed

and she felt a wave of dizziness. Exhausted from blood loss, she had little