The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 528

As soon as she saw Charles, Dahlia immediately brought Sandy's face into the frame, her tears falling uncontrollably as she pleaded into the camera, "Charles, please, I'm begging you save Sandy."

"She's burning up with fever, you know her condition can't take this. If she doesn't get to a hospital soon, things could get much worse."

"Please! For the sake of all the years Sandy called you Dad, I'm begging you- help her."

Dahlia sobbed desperately outside the heavy iron door.

Cradled in her arms, Sandy struggled to open her eyes and looked at Charles through the glass. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "Daddy..."

With effort, she slipped off Dahlia's lap and onto the ground.

Kneeling on the cold porch, she reached out to bang on the iron door, her voice weak and pleading, "Daddy, I feel so awful. Can't you hold me, Daddy... please..."

Sandy's misery was real.

One minute she felt like she was burning alive, the next she was shivering so hard her teeth chattered.

Even bundled up in a thick parka, the cold seeped into her bones.

Her mind was delirious with fever.

But she hadn't forgotten-she needed to win Charles's sympathy.

When Dahlia saw Sandy kneel before the door, she slid from her wheelchair and embraced her daughter, kneeling together in the freezing night. "Charles, blame me for everything, it's my fault I failed to raise Sandy right."

"If you're angry with her, punish her later-just please, save her now."

The winter night air was bone-deep. Kneeling on the icy stone, the chill crept up from their knees.

Sandy shook harder, huddled in Dahlia's arms, shivering uncontrollably.

Charles stared at the two

Sandy was genuinely sick-seriously

should be at a hospital,

had visited the prison earlier that day, Charles had left Eve's place and

Wesley hadn't allowed Charles to see anything,

using Sandy again, manipulating Wesley to

he watched the mother and daughter sobbing and begging outside,

prey on any lingering affection he might have for Sandy,

his lips curling in cold

didn't even bother to

if he didn't know how sick

life

chosen to gamble

it would

ignoring them completely, and retreated

the TV to slideshow mode and

out the

spent countless nights

...

finally reached

pain clouding her vision, she

her

sleeve,

voice barely

I want to go to the

didn't comfort

her voice tow and threatening, "Keep begging. If you can't make

tightening

Usually, even

Charles into