The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 527

Dahlia looked at Sandy, her tone icy and distant.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

Sandy nodded vigorously.

She couldn't stand living in this cramped, run-down apartment, and she didn't dare imagine what life would be like without her dad-her mom probably wouldn't even bother to smile at her anymore.

"Mom, can you teach me? What should I do so Daddy will come back to us?" Sandy knelt at Dahlia's feet, looking up at her with wide, hopeful eyes.

"What do you think?" Dahlia shot back, her voice sharp.

Sandy hesitated, understanding what her mother meant.

But...

"Mom, Dr. Carter said I can't get sick..." Sandy's voice trembled with fear.

She remembered overhearing Dr. Carter warning her parents: she couldn't afford

to get sick now, any infection could be dangerous-no one, not even the best doctors, could save her then.

She didn't want to die.

*Slap-*

Dahlia's hand flew up, striking Sandy's face.

"If dying was that easy, would you still be alive now?"

"Sandy, you need to understand without Charles, you're nothing."

"You've already been expelled from St. Catherine's Academy. From now on, you'll have to live in this shabby apartment and call Wesley, that useless man, your father."

you had

shook her head

what she

get expelled

man-could never be her dad. Only Charles

to make Daddy

faded, replaced by her fear of

where everyone looked up to her. She couldn't bear even a single day of this

be afraid of? Mom was right-how could she die so easily? She'd survived kidney

before. She'd

time clearly: she'd just come out of surgery, still weak, and Mom deliberately made her sick. When she woke up, the look of worry

Daddy loved her.

really sick again, really bad, Daddy would be

Mom could go back

lost herself in the memories of happier days. Each time she recalled Charles doting on

evening fell, Sandy took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom

own.

turned on

room. There was no bathtub, just a narrow shower. Gritting her teeth, Sandy stepped under the

and she shrieked darting away from the stream, her lips quivering and her body

wheeled herself into

at her trembling daughter, Dahlia's face hardened. She knew she

in the shower," Dahlia

of her mother's glare, Sandy edged backward, stepping under the

whimpered, hugging herself tightly. But her arms did nothing to keep

skin, making her injuries swell and her face turn deathly pale, her lips slowly shifting to a

pretended

attitude had thrown her into a panic-there were no more chances to make mistakes.

or a small fever wouldn't move Charles. Only if Sandy