Her scream of agony tore through the room. Waves of searing pain crashed through every nerve ending, her hand’s skin instantly reddened, blisters swelling and spreading her skin. The sight of it was grotesque and alarming to look at.
She bit her lip hard, body convulsing in agony, struggling desperately but unable to escape the searing agony that reached her bones.
Her tears mingled with sweat, blurring her vision.
After a while, Preston finally let go but hit her in the belly. “Savannah treats you like a sister, but you’re so wicked you purposely tried to burn her hand! If anything happens to her, I swear I will never forgive you!”
After that, he dashed off with Savannah to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Sydney lay on the floor, blood pooling beneath her. She knew exactly what that meant.
Her face was pale as death. The pain was worse than death itself.
The sharp scent of disinfectant hit her nose. Sydney woke up in the hospital again.
The blisters on her hands had been drained and bandaged.
The bad news—she had miscarried. Another child of hers was gone.
Her eyes went vacant, her heart a barren wasteland.
She couldn’t protect Julien, nor could she keep the baby she was carrying.