But Savannah wouldn’t let it go. “I don’t believe you—unless you give me Sydnora. Then I’ll believe you.”
He hesitated for a few seconds.
Sydnora was a company Sydney had founded herself; she had always treasured it.
As if she sensed his hesitation, Savannah’s eyes brimmed with tears. She cried, guilt-tripping him, “I knew that five years would change everything. You used to agree to anything. You wouldn’t hesitate at all.”
Seeing her aggrieved expression, Preston couldn’t help but give in. “Alright, I’ll give it to you.”
Three days later, Sydney was discharged from the hospital and went home. Preston waited for her in the living room.
She didn’t want anything to do with him, but he handed her a document to sign: a transfer of shares for Sydnora.
“Savannah likes this company,” he said. “Transfer the shares to her.”
Sydney’s hand shook with fury as she tossed the papers into the trash. “That is my company! How dare you hand it to that woman?!”
When she’d returned to the Adelsons’ place hiding her identity, people mocked her for being a poor girl. For this reason, Preston had given her some money so she could start a business and stand on her own.
Syndora was the company she built for him and for Julien.
Over the years, she had gradually made it a recognized jewelry brand. She had planned to leave the company to her first child, but he never got to see that day.
Now, Preston expected her to give it away with a casual word.
She thought she’d grown numb. But suddenly, pain, like a thousand needles, pierced her chest.
“Preston, don’t go too far!” she snapped.
When she refused to sign, his face hardened. “You’re the reason Savannah and Chicago got hospitalized. Savannah likes your company; she’s giving you the chance to make up for what you did. Come on, Sydney, don’t be ungrateful.”
‘Ungrateful?!’ The word rang in her ears.
She ground her teeth, and in disbelief, she blurted out, “My god, Preston, I was really blind to love you for five years!”
His eyes darkened and anger rose in his chest. “If you want Julien’s ashes, then pick them up and sign.”
She couldn’t tolerate that manipulation anymore; before she knew it, her hand had already landed on his cheek, the blow so strong it left an imprint.
“Preston, Julien is your son, too! You threaten me with his ashes so you can give my company to Savannah? Are you still human?”