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?"

to go home and rest," Sandy replied sweetly, then asked with concern,

gently blew on Dahlia's bandaged wrist, her heart aching for her

turned to the caregiver. "Go bu me breakfast

least a

to take good care of you. I could have it

Deli did

it," Dahlia insisted, her voice frail but

instructions, the caregiver didn't argue further and left

demeanor shifted, turning cold. Sandy felt the change. Having been on the receiving end of Dahlia's tempen before, her

Dahlia, cautiously

eyes icy. She raised her uninjured hand but stopped short of slapping

couldn't suppress her anger. Frustrated, she shoved Sandy off the small stool. Among all the people Dahlia resented, Sandy was high on

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

If Sandy wasn't still useful, she might have wished her

fell with a thud. The stool wasn't high, but the impact made her head hit the ground hard, bringing tears to

the floor, wiping her tears away, and returned to

I'm sorry. It's Sandy's fault. You can punish me however you want, just don't be mad

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

wrong, she needed to accept

emotions were all over the place, and she felt a wave of dizziness. Exhausted from blood loss, she had little strength, but her gaze remained