The Day Our Promise Breaks
Chapter 10

"No, I got held up with something."

Charles responded in a subdued voice, carrying Sandy into the house.

Under the bright lights, Dahlia, whose attention had been fixed on Charles, noticed his lower lip was cut. It looked like someone had bitten it. Dahlia's smile froze for a moment.

Was Evelyn the "something" that held Charles up? Was she using her charms to keep him by her side?

...

Eight-thirty was Sandy's bedtime every night. After bathing her, Dahlia carried her to bed.

Charles picked up a bedtime storybook and sat by the bed, ready to lull her to sleep.

Sandy snuggled into his embrace, hugged his neck, and cooed softly, "Daddy, please don't go tonight. Stay and sleep with me and Mommy, okay?"

Dahlia had just finished tidying up the bathroom and stepped out. She frowned upon hearing this and scolded her daughter, "Sandy, don't make a fuss."

Sandy felt extremely hurt for being scolded by her mom. Tears quickly filled her eyes, and she watched Dahlia with a whimpering cry. "I'm not making a fuss. I just want to sleep with you and Daddy." As she spoke, tears fell down her face. She was heartbroken.

She cried and sobbed, "Other kids can sleep with their Mommy and Daddy, so why can't I?"

Seeing her daughter cry like this, Dahlia felt a pang of heartache. Wearing the clothes that got wet from bathing Sandy, Dahlia quickly walked to the bed and bent down to soothe her daughter.

She bent down at an angle that Charles could clearly see everything from his position. She was curvaceous and perfectly shaped. Her figure could drive a man to distraction.

Dahlia, oblivious to this, seemed to have all her attention drawn to her crying daughter.

Dahlia softly tried to comfort her distraught daughter,, "Be a good girl, Sandy. Stop crying, okay? The doctor just told you yesterday not to get too worked up. Have you forgotten?"

But Sandy wouldn't listen. She shook her little head like a rattle drum and persisted in asking Charles to stay. Her small hands clutched Charles' sleeve. She shook it and pleaded pitifully, "Daddy, please?" For the first time, Charles, who usually gave in to Sandy's requests, did not respond.

Seeing this, Dahlia's gaze dimmed. She suddenly forcefully pulled Sandy into her embrace and forced a smile at Charles. "Charles, don't mind her. She'll stop crying soon. It's getting late. You should head back and rest." Without Charles' embrace, Sandy cried even harder.

Sandy looked at Charles. Her tears made her look even more pitiful as if she had been abandoned. She cried softly, "Daddy, just for one night, please? I am begging you!"

She cried intermittently, looking extremely pitiful.

Her condition had just stabilized, and she needed to rest well. Getting too worked up was not good for her.

In the end, Charles nodded, agreeing to stay.

...

Evelyn received a call from Dahlia early in the morning, asking to meet at a café.

She didn't refuse and arrived as agreed.

As soon as she entered the café, Dahlia greeted her with a beaming smile and a calm attitude. "Evelyn, this way."

It was as if she wasn't the person Evelyn had slapped a few days ago in the hospital. Dahlia was that good at pretending.

Evelyn walked over calmly.

As soon as she sat down, Dahlia's words, coated with a veneer of kindness, rang in her ears. "Evelyn, I ordered you a cappuccino. I thought you might need something sweet, considering how bitter your days have been..." "Get to the point." Evelyn cut Dahlia off with a cold tone. She wasn't here to listen to nonsense.

Dahlia wasn't annoyed; she just smiled lightly and took out a shopping bag from her side.

She opened it and placed it in front of Evelyn, her lips curving. "These are Charles' clothes from last night that he left at my place. I brought them to you."