The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 533

At Wesley’s words, Charles reacted instantly.

He shot to his feet, eyes wide with fury, and lunged at Charles with clenched fists.

“Charles, how dare you curse my daughter!”

But Charles caught Wesley’s fist mid-air, twisted his arm behind his back, and slammed him down onto the polished meeting table.

He said nothing—just shoved the doctor’s death certificate in front of Wesley’s face.

Wesley’s struggles froze as his eyes landed on the name.

His pupils contracted violently, lips trembling, eyes quickly filling with tears.

Charles let go.

With shaking hands, Wesley snatched up the death certificate.

Name: Sandy.

Cause of death: Multiple organ failure due to infection.

No.

No, it couldn’t be!

Sandy had just visited him yesterday, calling him “Dad” over and over.

Even though he knew she only called him “Dad” because she wanted his help with Dahlia, he’d felt an irrepressible joy every time she said it—a surge of happiness that made his heart soar.

He would have given her his life.

And now, Charles was standing here telling him that the daughter who was so full of life just yesterday had suddenly died from multiple organ failure.

He couldn’t believe it.

Wesley tore the death certificate in two and hurled the pieces to the floor.

His eyes blazed as he stared at Charles. “Charles, it’s all fake, isn’t it? You forged the certificate. Sandy isn’t dead—you hid her somewhere. You’re just trying to trick me.”

“I know exactly what you’re after. You want me to testify against Dahlia, don’t you? That’s why you’re pretending Sandy died because of her, so I’ll hand over the evidence you want. Isn’t that right?”

Wesley’s look said he was sure he’d seen through Charles’s game.

After all, Charles had come to him just yesterday, using Sandy as a bargaining chip.

He knew Sandy was Wesley’s weakness.

And now, seeing that Wesley had refused to betray Dahlia, Charles had come today with the news that Sandy was dead—and that Dahlia had killed her—hoping to turn Wesley’s pain into hatred and get what he wanted.

Wesley stared hard, searching Charles’s face for any sign of guilt, any evidence of a lie.

But he found nothing.

Panic twisted in Wesley’s chest.

Deep down, he was terrified.

Terrified that Charles was telling the truth.

That Sandy really was dead.

He clung to his own version of reality, desperate to believe this was all a cruel trick—that his daughter was still alive somewhere.

His only child—gone.

How could he accept that?

His legs were shaking so badly he could hardly stand. If he hadn’t been bracing himself against the table, he’d have collapsed on the spot. He was barely holding it together.

Charles watched him with a calm, almost cold detachment, unmoved by Wesley’s disbelief.

His daughter was really gone.

“Sandy!”

Grief crashed over him, so overwhelming he could barely breathe.

Tears blurred his vision.

But the nightmare wasn’t over. The next moment on the video sent another stab of agony through him.

Dahlia, instead of mourning, rushed to the bedside like a madwoman.

She seized Sandy by the collar and yanked her upright.

She slapped her across the face, shouting, “Wake up! Who said you could die? You haven’t gotten your father’s forgiveness yet—how dare you die now!”

“Wake up! You’re not allowed to die, do you hear me?!”

When Sandy didn’t respond, Dahlia shook her even harder, wild with panic—completely unhinged.

She knew that once Sandy was gone, her own life was over, too.

Unable to accept reality, Dahlia spiraled into madness.

The doctor rushed in, yanking Dahlia away and shoving her aside. His voice was raw with anger. “What’s wrong with you? You killed your own daughter, and now you treat her like this? Are you even human?”

The video ended there.

Wesley collapsed to the floor, tablet in hand, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Sandy!”

Now, as he thought of Dahlia, all he wanted was to see her pay—for what she’d done to his daughter.