Her eyes went vacant, her heart a barren wasteland.
She couldn’t protect Julien, nor could she keep the baby she was carrying.
Just then, the hospital room door was suddenly kicked open with a bang.
Preston stormed in, his rage consuming him. He grabbed Sydney by the collar and yanked her up.
“Sydney! Look at the mess you’ve caused! Do you hate Savannah that much, that you had to steal everything from her?!” he shouted in one breath. “You’re already my wife! What more do you want? Why hurt Savannah and Chicago?!”
Her forehead glistened with sweat from the pain. “I-I never hurt Savannah…”
But Preston didn’t even give her a chance to explain.
He just quickly threw her to the floor like trash, his eyes shooting her daggers.
“Because of your jealousy, you burned her hand! Because of you, Chicago ran a high fever! I swear, Sydney, you will pay for what you’ve done!”
The next second, she was dragged from the general ward to the VIP suite.
He forced her head down, making her apologize to Savannah.
Over and over, her knees reddened, blood trickling down her pale legs, staining the floor.
Her expression went blank, her body numb from pain. She didn’t even have the strength to resist.
After almost a hundred times of forcing her to kneel, Preston finally stopped.
As she lost consciousness, she heard his cold, sharp voice in her ear.
“This is the price you pay for hurting Savannah…”
This time, Sydney remained unconscious for three days.
When she finally opened her eyes, a familiar figure stood before her.
Preston’s brow was tired, his forehead slightly furrowed, and his tone uncharacteristically gentle.
“You’re awake. Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant? The doctor says you just miscarried; you need to rest,” he said. “Don’t be jealous of Savannah anymore. As long as you behave, I won’t divorce you. To the public, you will always be my wife.”
He pressed, “Chicago hasn’t been well lately. Sydney, look, you gotta be more understanding. If you can’t help me, at the very least, don’t make things harder. You and Savannah will continue living under the same roof. You must get along with her.”
“Hah.” Sydney scoffed. “Preston, what do you even think I am? A fool?”
They killed her son and now expect her to get along with Savannah? Did this jerk really think Sydney was that easy to manipulate?