The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 502

She said with such sadness, "Why doesn't Dad believe me?"

Seriously!

She was his own flesh and blood, yet he was completely taken in by Sandy's lies, ignoring everything Charlie tried to explain. It never crossed his mind that Sandy might not be telling the truth. Charles couldn't even begin to imagine how many lies Sandy had spun over the years, and how much had been hidden under the guise of his trust in her.

"Dad..."

Sandy was genuinely panicked, her face stinging from the slap. It wasn't even a hard slap, especially compared to the ones her mom used to give. But to Sandy, this one hurt the most-right in her heart. This was her dad, the one who doted on her, who could hardly bring himself to scold her. Yet, here he was, hitting her because of Charlie.

Today, he chose to be with Charlie on her birthday, and now this. She didn't blame her dad, though. All her resentment was aimed squarely at Charlie. She was consumed with jealousy, regretting not locking the door, which allowed her dad to discover her secret.

up, Sandy had been making voodoo dolls, learning from her mom. For years, it had gone unnoticed by her dad. If only she had thought to lock up, she could've kept it hidden. But now, her dad knew, and he was furious. She needed to find a way to defend herself, but with evidence in her dad's hands, how could she possibly

way to calm her dad

I don't have a daughter like you!" Charles's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. What he'd seen and heard made all those years of

you'd always be my dad, that you'd never leave me!" Sandy cried, realizing that Charles was cutting her off. Without him as her father,

through her, making her sob even harder. She wanted

room, Charles's loud arrival had woken Dahlia. Already upset with Charles for breaking his promise, she was now seething with resentment toward Sandy. The noise in the middle of the night only added fuel to her fire.

heard Charles's voice, she paused. Listening for a moment, she realized what was happening and cursed Sandy in her mind-calling her a useless troublemaker. Dahlia knew her

throwing herself at Charles's legs. "Charles, you've got it wrong about Sandy! she cried, seizing the moment to take

the one who made the voodoo doll. Sandy just copied me. She doesn't know better-it's my

you so much. If you keep her close and teach her, she

as good as you. She's only seven,