“Sydney,” she said, “I know Julien’s death is hard for you. But he was born with a congenital heart defect. His life was suffering, death… was a release for him.”
Sydney shivered. Julien was her deepest wound, and Savannah deliberately tore at it.
She couldn't bear it any longer, she raised her hand and slapped Savannah in the face without hesitation.
“What are you doing?!” Preston’s cold voice cut through the air.
Savannah clutched her face and leaned into him. “Preston, I was only trying to show concern for her. And yet… she hit me! Does she not want me and Chicago to stay here?”
Preston’s eyes darkened. The next second, his hand came down on Sydney with full force.
It was so strong that the world spun in Sydney’s eyes, her ears ringing from the blow.
“From today,” Preston announced, “the master bedroom goes to Savannah. You move to the guest room!”
Feeling something wet by her ear, Sydney reached up and touched warm, sticky, and red liquid.
Sydney’s eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at Preston.
Savannah then softly said, “Sydney, that look… You mean you don’t want to give me the master bedroom?”