Chapter 415

The tiny apartment felt even smaller with all of us inside. Evelyn turned to the trembling elderly woman. "Your daughter's condition is urgent. She needs immediate treatment. Savannah is still so young—you can't delay this any longer."

She reached into her purse, pulling out an envelope. "Today is New Year's. Let this be our gift to you."

The old woman's wrinkled hands shook as she clutched the envelope. Tears streamed down her face. "No one else came... We never expected kindness like this. May God bless you, my dear benefactors!"

The couple couldn't stop thanking Dominic and Evelyn, their voices thick with emotion. Evelyn gently squeezed the woman's shoulder, offering quiet reassurances.

Meanwhile, by the sick girl's bedside...

Isabella placed her favorite doll and a small pouch of coins into Savannah's frail hands.

Her voice was sweet, still carrying the innocence of childhood. "Big Sis, this is my most special doll. I want you to have her." She leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially. "And this is all my New Year's money from Great-Grandpa and Aunt Beatrice. But don't tell Alexander—Uncle Julian gave me more than him! It's our secret, okay?"

She shot a smug glance at her brother, who pretended not to care.

Alexander rolled his eyes but kept his cool facade. He wasn't about to indulge his little sister's theatrics.

Savannah giggled, charmed by their sibling dynamic. She hooked her pinky with Isabella's. "I promise I won't tell."

Meeting these two had been the brightest spot in her otherwise bleak holiday.

Isabella's big, hopeful eyes blinked up at her. "Will I see you again, Big Sis?"

Savannah didn't hesitate. "Of course we will."

She had no idea their next meeting would be under very different circumstances—as rivals.

After saying their goodbyes, Dominic's family headed toward James Kensington's estate. But halfway there, James called, sounding flustered.

"Something came up," he muttered, voice strained. The call ended abruptly—but not before Dominic caught a distinctly feminine moan in the background.

He shrugged it off. James had always been a playboy. Probably tangled up with another fling.

No sooner had James hung up than Preston Worthington Sr. called, inviting them over instead.

With Evelyn's approval, Dominic turned the car toward the Worthington mansion.

Inside the lavish master bedroom...

Preston Worthington Jr. lounged against silk pillows, one leg in a cast, the other propped arrogantly on an antique side table.

Two naked women draped themselves over his bare chest, their skilled hands working desperately below his waist.

But nothing.

"Come on, baby," the brunette purred, arching her back. "You know you want me."

The blonde rivaled her efforts, but it was useless.

The organ that had once brought them both to screaming ecstasy now lay limp and unresponsive.

"Get out!" Preston roared, shoving them off the bed.

His face twisted in fury. This shouldn't be happening.

The mysterious car accident two months ago had shattered his leg—and apparently his manhood. No matter how beautiful the woman, his body refused to cooperate.

The thought terrified him. What good was his fortune if he couldn't enjoy this basic pleasure?

Worse, despite his brother's underworld connections, the perpetrator remained elusive. The driver had been terrifyingly skilled, deliberately aiming to kill. Preston still woke in cold sweats, reliving the moment of impact.

The car had fake plates. The vehicle vanished afterward. Every lead turned into a dead end. It was like chasing a ghost.

Preston's grip tore through the expensive bedding. When he found whoever did this, he'd make them suffer.

The brunette—his usual favorite—crawled back, reaching for him again. "Let me try one more—"

In a flash, Preston yanked open the nightstand drawer, pulled out a sleek pistol, and pressed it to her forehead. "I said get out."

Both women scrambled for the door, barely remembering to grab their clothes.

Alone, Preston glared at his useless body. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.