She waited so long. Finally, before Julien’s third birthday, a suitable heart appeared, but the hospital suddenly canceled the transplant an hour before surgery. The poor boy could only die on the cold operating table.
They said the donor changed their mind. Sydney was in pain but could only accept it.
Now, she just heard that Preston gave the heart to Savannah’s son. How could Sydney accept it?!
Savannah’s son only had arrhythmia and didn’t need a heart transplant. Sydney’s son, without that heart, could only die on the cold operating table!
Her nails dug into her flesh, blood dripping from her fingertips, yet she felt no pain.
Her body seemed torn apart. The hotel had the air conditioning on, but she felt freezing all over.
Just then, the memories of the past three years surged up.
No wonder. No wonder Preston had abandoned her and Julien for overseas business trips, sometimes lasting weeks. Chicago—Savannah’s child—was actually Preston’s son!
When did it start?