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.

the two of them through

Sandy was genuinely sick-seriously

that ill, she should

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

Charles to see anything, no

Sandy again, manipulating Wesley

the mother and daughter sobbing and begging

prey on any lingering affection he might have for

his lips curling in

didn't even bother to

as if he didn't know how sick Sandy was—at this rate, she

life or death matter to

to gamble with her

it

ignoring them completely,

switched the TV to slideshow mode and watched old photos

out the cries from

spent countless nights

...

finally

clouding her vision, she grabbed

her

sleeve,

barely audible.

to go

didn't comfort

you can't make your father pity you,

tightening Dahlia's

before. Usually, even a mild fever was enough

Charles into