The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 501

Charles pushed open the door. He stood there, completely taken aback by what

he saw inside. There was Sandy, kneeling on the bed, her young face twisted with a darkness and malice that seemed entirely out of place for someone her age.

In that moment, only one thought raced through Charles's mind: could this really be the sweet, obedient Sandy he knew so well? The Sandy he cherished? He struggled to reconcile this scene with the image of the Sandy he thought he knew.

Charles watched as she held a small doll in one hand and a long needle in the other, cursing Charlie with such venom as she stabbed the doll over and over. It was clear the doll represented Charlie. A wave of fury surged through him. Charlie's death was the deepest scar on Charles's heart. He felt an overwhelming guilt, wishing he could do anything to ensure Charlie would have a better life in the next world. How could he tolerate anyone cursing Charlie like this?

Seething with anger, Charles kicked the door open wider and stormed in, his voice sharp and commanding, "Sandy, what are you doing?!"

Sandy, her eyes red from her tirade, was startled by Charles's voice. At first, she was confused. It was late at night; she hadn't expected her father to come by. She paused, turning toward the sound, her expression still twisted with resentment and hatred, her eyes filled with loathing as if staring at an enemy.

the blanket to hide the doll beneath it, moving so hastily that the needle pricked her palm, nearly piercing through. Tears

Charles and deliberately showing him her bleeding palm, crying out pitifully, "Daddy, you're finally here. Sandy waited all day,

the edge of the bed on her knees, reaching out for Charles, asking to be held. In the past, whenever she acted so pitiful and spoke sweet

make it up to her. His demeanor remained cold, his gaze only briefly resting on her bleeding palm before turning stern again. He asked coldly, "What were

"Daddy, Sandy wasn't doing

playing with a doll!" Sandy was deeply unsettled inside. As a child, she couldn't fully mask her panic. Yet she tried to change the subject, reaching for the gift box Charles was holding.

furious. She couldn't let him see it. Charles tossed the gift aside, stepping

tugged at Charles's sleeve as she had done when seeking

leave his mind. Seeing her continue to evade

there was no stopping Charles. She watched helplessly