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.

to hide the doll beneath it, moving so hastily that the needle

out pitifully, "Daddy, you're finally here. Sandy waited all day, thinking you'd forgotten her birthday. I thought you wouldn't come to celebrate with

her knees, reaching out for Charles, asking to be held. In the past, whenever she acted so

time, Sandy didn't feel Charles's arms wrap around her to comfort her, to apologize and promise to 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 you doing

"Daddy, Sandy wasn't doing

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. "Daddy, is this my birthday

the doll was, he'd be furious. She couldn't let him see it. Charles tossed the gift aside, stepping

Charles's sleeve as she had done when seeking forgiveness, "Daddy, you're scaring Sandy. Please don't look at Sandy like that. I'm so

seemed to revert to the familiar girl Charles knew. But the image of Sandy he had just witnessed wouldn't leave his mind. Seeing her continue

to stop him. But there was no stopping Charles.