Preston frowned, showing a subtle warning in his tone. “Savannah grew up in the Adelsons. Her bond with them isn’t something you can compete with. Sydney, continuing this will only hurt you.”
Sydney lowered her gaze, a contemptuous smile curling on her lips.
“Preston, I don’t want the Adelsons anymore. And I don’t want you either.”
If it weren’t for seeing her own blood once more, she would never have returned to the Adelsons, nor would she have married him.
The Adelsons only wanted to use her. At first, they pretended to feel guilty. But after she married Preston, the pretense ended. They treated the fake heiress as their real daughter and never cared whether Sydney lived or died.
Her words hit Preston, but he dismissed them as capricious defiance.
His voice turned colder, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Sydney, even jealousy has its limits. I’m busy, you know. I don’t have time to coddle you.”
Sydney’s stomach turned at his hypocrisy.
Losing her temper, she slammed the glass down, shattering it, and pointed at the door. “Get out! I don’t want to see you!”
Her defiance ignited his anger.