When he stayed silent, Savannah suddenly spoke up. “Preston, the kidnappers are with my sister! I overheard them—Sydney’s actually jealous of me and staged the whole thing to frame me! Don’t be fooled!”
In a flash, that made Preston’s anger snap toward Sydney. Under his fierce stare, she didn’t flinch.
“If I said I didn’t do it, would you believe me?” she asked indifferently.
He obviously didn’t… because he chose Savannah.
In return, Savannah was freed and fell into his arms. He held her and looked at Sydney hanging there, his eyes cold and empty.
“Since you like playing these games, then play as long as you want.”
“Preston.” Sydney forced herself to speak. “Five years ago, I didn’t force Savannah to leave the country.”
He stopped mid-step when their eyes met, his heart suddenly tightening.
When she saw him hesitate, Savannah’s heart suddenly gripped with fear that he might believe Sydney.
She hurried to explain, “Preston, I love you so much. You know that. How could I leave you? She’s just jealous of me, so she’s trying to draw a wedge between us!”
Just like that, her tears and pitiful performance made Preston’s doubt instantly vanish.
He gently wiped away her tears.