The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 498

Sandy had sneaked into her dad's office, hoping for a surprise glimpse of him after work.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. Did I worry you?" she sniffled, her little body trembling in Charles's arms.

Charles felt a twinge of guilt as he gently stroked her damp hair. He had let things slide these past weeks. Ever since that day at the hospital, he'd been brushing her off, claiming he was too busy whenever she called.

He hadn't realized how much his avoidance would hurt her. "It's my fault, sweetie.

I shouldn't have let work keep me from spending time with you. How about a warm bath to keep the chill away?" Charles suggested, drying her tears with a towel.

Sandy nodded, loosening her grip around him. Charles stepped out of the lounge, leaving Aiden on the phone with Dahlia. "Ms. Dahlia, we've found Miss Sandy. She's safe in Mr. Jenkins's office."

"No need to come over. Mr. Jenkins has got it covered," Aiden assured her, cutting the call short before she could insist. He then called the receptionist, instructing them to hold Dahlia off if she tried to come up.

Though Charles didn't say anything, his approving glance at Aiden said it all. Aiden continued, "Mr. Jenkins, I've arranged for a fresh set of clothes from the children's store and called Dr. Nelson to check on her."

Charles nodded, and Aiden

and in fresh clothes. She sat snuggly next to Charles on the sofa, clutching his arm like her

quick check-up. "Good thing she didn't catch a cold. She needs to be careful; she's

caution, Andrew left. Sandy knew she'd messed up. The moment Andrew left, she looked up, eyes red-rimmed, and said,

pull any more stunts like this." Charles's words

Charles still had work to do and thought about having Aiden take her home, but Sandy

in two weeks. Can

just read and not disturb you. Please?" Her eyes, still puffy from crying, made it impossible for Charles to say

Aiden

promise, Daddy!" Sandy nodded

to bring in Sandy's favorite snacks and drinks, then returned to his work. True to her word, Sandy sat quietly, occasionally glancing at

time Charles finished his work

you done?" Sandy asked, reaching for his hand

what do you want for dinner? Your choice!"

you choose," Sandy beamed, trying her best to be the perfectly behaved daughter. She knew what Charles liked