Pain twisted her insides like a knife in agony. Her chest felt pierced, heartache so sharp it was unbearable.
Teeth gritted, emotions spiraling out of control, she lunged for the toy—but Chicago shoved her hard.
Her forehead slammed against the crimson table corner; blood gushed instantly.
She couldn’t stand. Blood streamed over her lashes, her vision drowned in the red blurring her vision until everything around her turned scarlet.
Preston’s eyes flickered. His hand lifted, then he heard Savannah whisper.
“Preston, my hand really hurts.”
Preston immediately scooped her up and walked out, not even glancing at Sydney on the floor.
Sydney forced her eyes open. All she saw was Preston’s cold and distant back and Savannah’s triumphant smirk.
Every bone, every fiber in Sydney’s body hurt. But none of it compared to the agony in her chest!
Blood kept flowing, her temperature dropping. Her face turned as pale as paper; her brown pupils were like bottomless pits filled with pain and hatred…
Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Brooks.
With great effort, she picked up the phone.
On the other end of the line, Brooks said coldly, “I’ve found a divorce lawyer for you. Sydney… don’t make me wait too long.”