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 of them through the

Sandy was

should be at a hospital, not outside his

had visited the prison earlier that day,

to see anything, no

Sandy again, manipulating Wesley to

daughter sobbing and begging outside,

prey on any lingering affection he might have

lips curling in cold

even bother to

sick

her life or death matter

to

it

ignoring them completely, and retreated to

switched the TV to slideshow mode and watched old photos of

shutting out the cries from

countless nights

...

Sandy finally reached

pain clouding her vision, she grabbed weakly

her

sleeve,

voice barely

to go to

Dahlia didn't comfort

begging. If you can't make your father pity you, if you can't get

tightening

never been this sick before. Usually, even a mild fever was enough

into a