Preston quickly set his work aside and soothed her in a soft voice. “What are you saying? How could she compare to you?”
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?!”