The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 392

The hospital room door swung open, and Wesley knew Charles had left. Despite his injuries, he dragged himself to Dahlia's room, pushing the door open with a face as pale as a ghost.

He locked the door behind him, his voice urgent, "Where's Sandy? Is she okay? Is she in pain?"

Wesley didn't even ask about Dahlia's condition; his mind was solely on Sandy.

Dahlia gave him a glance, staying silent. She was wary of the possibility that he might be recording their conversation.

Catching on, Wesley pulled at his hospital gown. "See? I didn't bring anything with me. I'm not recording. Happy now?"

The movement sent a sharp jolt of pain through him, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Wesley, what are you doing? That's not what I meant. You're overthinking this," Dahlia said, pretending to care.

"She's okay for now. No need to worry. Charles promised he'd look after Sandy and me. He won't ignore Sandy's condition."

Deep down, Dahlia wished Wesley would just disappear, but she couldn't show it. Until she got her hands on the evidence he had, she had to play nice.

let you off the hook," Wesley's voice was cold

talking about? Sandy's my daughter. Do you think I'd just

you're mad about me hitting Sandy. It wasn't on purpose. She's a part of me; how could I

kid. Sometimes they push you to the edge, and

Sandy himself, Wesley found her words ridiculous. "Enough! Save your excuses. Just make

around, Sandy will be

he wouldn't have let Dahlia twist his arm with Sandy's illness

and climbed into her car. She started the engine and drove aimlessly

realized it, her eyes were red, and tears blurred her vision. Wesley's sudden betrayal was a tough pill to swallow, and Dahlia had slipped away yet again.

barely keeping it together.

belongs to

another car, snapping back to reality

jolt and a

to drive, she pulled

steering wheel, she was wrapped in a