“That’s enough!” Preston’s voice cut through.
His gaze turned cold, sharp as a blade, his face hard with fury. “It’s just a piece of clothing. Is it really worth making such a scene? Seriously, Sydney, you’re becoming increasingly unruly!”
Sydney stared at him, dumbfounded.
‘Just a piece of clothing…’ she repeated in her head.
“Preston, that’s Julien’s clothing!” she roared.
Preston’s brows furrowed. “For god’s sake, Sydney, Julien is dead! How long are you going to keep this up?”
Sydney fell silent, her heart shattering.
How could someone be so cold-blooded?
Julien was his child, too.
At that moment, Chicago tugged Preston’s hand, pouting. “Loki doesn’t have a room yet. Can he stay in the room upstairs?”
Without hesitation, Preston replied, “Sure.”
The second-floor room was Julien’s room. Sydney’s pupils constricted, fury igniting in her eyes.
Preston wanted to give Julien’s room to a dog?!
Feeling invincible with Preston’s support, Chicago went further. He threw Julien’s favorite stuffed toy to the dog.
That toy had been Julien’s constant companion, smelled of him, and the only thing Sydney could hug each night to get any sleep.
Now, the toy was clamped between the dog’s teeth.