The Day Our Promise Breaks

"Charles, why should I care whether Sandy lives or dies? Who is she to me? Why should I give up my dreams to save her?"noveldrama

"They want me to donate a kidney? Not happening, not in this lifetime!"

Adam scoffed, taking Evelyn's hand and walking away. Charles let them go without a word.

Seeing this, Dahlia quickly grabbed Charles' arm. "Charles, are you really just going to let Adam leave? What about Sandy?"

"Dahlia, Adam's not a good option. He's got a big competition at the end of the month. I'll keep looking for a donor for Sandy, but forget about Adam."

Adam's words reminded Charles that the competition was crucial, not just for Adam but for the nation. Sandy's life was important, but not at that cost.

Dahlia wanted to argue, but held back. What difference would it make if Adam skipped the competition? Even if he won, one less trophy wouldn't alleviate Evelyn's pain. But she kept these thoughts to herself, biting her lip in frustration. "I'll take you to get patched up," Charles said, guiding Dahlia as Andrew arranged for a full medical check.

A mild concussion meant she needed an overnight stay for observation.

"Charles, I'm worried about Sandy. Can we head back to the other hospital?"

"Of course," Charles replied, and they returned to the hospital.

Sandy was asleep when they got there. Charles suggested Dahlia rest in the lounge while he stayed with Sandy. Dahlia nodded, but once the door closed, her face turned dark. She'd done so much, yet Charles still wouldn't push Adam.

Later that afternoon, Charles met with the doctor to discuss Sandy's condition. When he returned, Sandy was awake and tears filled her eyes as soon as she saw him.

Charles rushed over, gently wiping her tears. "Hey, Sandy, don't cry, sweetheart."

The more he wiped, the more she cried. With a heartbreaking look, Sandy asked, "Daddy, am I going to die soon?"

"Don't talk like that, Sandy. You'll be fine," Charles reassured her, though his heart was heavy.

Sandy shook her head, tears flowing. "Daddy, please don't lie. I know I'm dying. I just don't want to leave you. Promise me you won't forget me."

"Daddy, if I die, can I be your daughter again next time?"

"Daddy, promise you'll take care of yourself, don't stay up late, and

smile more... Daddy, I don't wool nét

die... don't want to leave you... I

don't want to never see you again..."

Sandy cried uncontrollably in Charles's arms. Dahlia, standing nearby and also in

tears, tried to soothe her. "Sandy, honey, calm down. Listen to your mom."

But Sandy, usually so obedient, couldn't be consoled this time. Her crying was relentless, until she fainted, breathless.

Charles's face turned pale with fear. Sandy needed another emergency intervention. The doctor's expression was grave. "Mr. Jenkins, Sandy's running out of time."

Charles's fingers trembled slightly. Once Sandy was back in her room, Dahlia's tears didn't stop. That night, she cried herself to sleep.

Charles's phone rang constantly as he searched for a solution, but by the next day, there was still no news. Standing on the balcony, Charles stubbed out his cigarette, his mind made up.

Meanwhile, Evelyn was at the hospital, chatting with Josephine while massaging her limbs. Her phone buzzed on the table. She picked it up with one hand, keeping the massage going with the other.

The moment she answered, an urgent voice came through the line, "Adam's in trouble."