Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Satisfied Now?
Vivian Linton appeared on the screen, screaming in terror.
Her hair was a mess, her pale face was stained with blood, and tears were streaming down her cheeks.
She was holding the phone and seemed to be evading an attacker, so the screen was shaking violently.
But you could vaguely make out that she was at her studio.
"What’s going on?"
Seeing Vivian Linton in danger, Tristan Sterling’s expression changed, and worry immediately filled his eyes.
At the same time, he ordered Greg to turn the car around and head to Vervain Studio.
"SOB, Tristan, you have to come quick! There’s a crazy woman here! She said she hates shameless homewreckers more than anything because a homewrecker destroyed her family. She said she’s going to kill me... Ah... Don’t come any closer..."
Vivian Linton cried out in terror as she desperately tried to escape.
CRASH! BANG!
The sound of tables and chairs being knocked to the ground rang out continuously.
On screen, there was indeed a disheveled woman with a gleaming knife chasing her.
The knife glinted with a menacing light, making the scene look especially perilous.
But the camera was shaking too violently, and the woman’s hair covered her face, making it impossible to see what she looked like.
Holly Sinclair froze for a moment when she saw this, then frowned.
A sense of unease washed over her.
Vivian Linton kept emphasizing the word "homewrecker," clearly referencing the trending topic online that called her one.
Her subtext was clear: a crazy woman was trying to hurt her because the internet had exposed her as a third party.
’Just as I thought!’
The moment Vivian Linton finished speaking, Holly Sinclair felt Tristan Sterling’s murderous gaze land on her face.
"Are you satisfied now?"
His cold voice echoed in her ear.
It was bone-chilling.
Holly felt a bitterness in her heart and couldn’t find the words to defend herself.
She had told him she wasn’t the one who leaked it, but he didn’t believe her.
Yet Vivian could say one thing, and he would immediately pin a baseless accusation on her.
"Holly Sinclair, you’d better pray that nothing happens to Vivian!"
The man’s voice rang out again, piercing her heart like a sharp sword.
The video on the phone continued to shake wildly, a cacophony of curses and screams rising and falling—
"Die! Die! You shameless bitch!"
The crazy woman’s voice was shrill, like the wail of a ghost at midnight, sending shivers down the spine.
"I’m not a homewrecker... Ah, don’t come any closer... I’m begging you, please don’t hurt me..." Vivian Linton’s cries were tragic.
"I’ll kill you! Kill you!"
"No... I’m not... SOB... Tristan, save me..."
"Die, you bitch!"
"Ah!"
With a final, blood-curdling scream from Vivian Linton, the video feed suddenly cut out.
Tristan Sterling’s pupils constricted in shock.
He nearly crushed his phone.
"Faster!!" he roared at Greg.
Greg slammed his foot on the accelerator.
The car was going so fast it felt like it was about to take flight.
"Let me out of the car."
Holly Sinclair spoke, watching the scenery fly past the window.
No one paid her any attention.
Clenching her fists, she turned and looked coldly at the man beside her, whose aura was suffocating. "Tristan Sterling, let me out. You can go play hero and save the damsel in distress, but don’t drag me into it!"
"Not your problem?"
His gaze was as sharp as an arrow, his sinister voice seeping out from between his clenched teeth.
"..." Holly’s heart skipped a beat.
’He means that Vivian is being hurt because of me, and that I have to take responsibility for it...’
...
Holly Sinclair was forcibly dragged by Tristan Sterling to Vivian Linton’s studio.
As they stepped out of the elevator, they immediately saw that the studio’s main door was wide open.
Inside, tables and chairs were knocked over, and documents and blueprints were scattered all over the floor.
The place was a total mess.
Tristan Sterling’s handsome face was dark, his eyes filled with worry.
He didn’t care whether Holly could keep up, simply dragging her as he strode into the studio.
Vivian Linton was lying in a pool of blood.
The crazy woman was nowhere to be seen.
"Vivian!"
Tristan Sterling flung Holly’s hand away and rushed toward Vivian Linton.
Holly stumbled backward from the force, twisting her ankle and nearly falling to the ground.
The pain brought tears to her eyes.
"Vivian, Vivian?" Tristan Sterling softly called out to the semi-conscious Vivian Linton.
A long gash had been cut into her arm.
Blood was all over the floor.
The sight was shocking.
"Tris-Tristan..." Vivian Linton slowly opened her eyes. When she saw it was him, tears immediately began to stream from her eyes.
She looked as if she couldn’t believe she was still alive, her eyes filled with terror and helplessness.
"I’m here," Tristan Sterling said, helping Vivian Linton up.
He was about to pick her up to take her to the hospital, but Vivian suddenly threw herself into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist.
She cried her heart out.
"Tristan! SOB... Tristan! I was so scared. That woman was a lunatic, she wanted to kill me... She called me a homewrecker, a slut, shameless... I’m not, I’m not! Tristan, I’m not a homewrecker, right? Right? SOB..."
Vivian Linton was choked with tears, looking as if she were about to shatter from grief as she tremblingly described the terrifying moment she had just experienced.
"You’re not!"
Tristan Sterling gently stroked Vivian Linton’s hair, his expression terrifyingly cold and grim.
He looked at Holly Sinclair.
Holly froze.
His icy gaze made her feel as if she had been plunged into a cellar of ice.
’It’s too cold.’
Holly swallowed the bitterness in her throat. Watching the scene before her, she found it utterly ironic.
Sensing the cold aura emanating from the man, a flash of triumph and malice flickered in Vivian Linton’s downcast eyes.
"Tristan, I’m so scared, I’m really so scared. I thought I was going to die. I thought I’d never see you again... SOB..."
Vivian Linton buried her face in Tristan Sterling’s chest, her sobs growing more mournful and desperate, as if he were her last lifeline, and she refused to let go.
She put on a show of extreme anxiety and fear.
"It’s okay now. I’ll take you to the hospital," Tristan Sterling comforted her.
But unexpectedly, Vivian Linton suddenly lunged at Holly Sinclair.
She seemed completely drained of strength, only able to collapse at Holly’s feet and clutch tightly at her pant leg.
"It was you, wasn’t it?"
Vivian Linton’s eyes were red as she accused her angrily, "Holly Sinclair, you were the one who leaked it, weren’t you? You’re the one trying to hurt me, aren’t you?!"
Holly pulled her leg back in disgust and took a step away.
"Miss Linton, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t just say whatever you want." She looked down condescendingly at the pathetic Vivian Linton, a cold sneer playing on her lips.
"You and Tristan are the only ones who have your marriage certificate. Who else could it have been but you?!" Vivian Linton lunged forward again, grabbing Holly’s pant leg even tighter.
The accusation was aimed squarely at Holly.
Hah~
Holly couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.
’Who else could it have been but you...’
Tristan Sterling had said those exact words to her just ten minutes ago.
Word for word.
"Holly Sinclair, why would you do this? Why? Do you hate me that much? Will you not be happy until I’m dead?" Vivian Linton cried with tragic despair, as if she had suffered the greatest injustice in the world.
"Let go!"
Holly stared coldly at Vivian Linton’s hand, warning her through gritted teeth.
