Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Tristan Sterling Asks Vivian Linton: Who Called the Police?
The lead woman’s face was contorted with malice, like a demon that had crawled out of Hell.
A sharp shard of glass glinted coldly under the light.
Fear spread through her heart. A soul-shattering terror gripped Holly Sinclair, and she squeezed her eyes shut in fright.
Tears streamed from her eyes as she desperately braced for the sharp pain to come.
However—
BANG!
At the critical moment, the door was suddenly shoved open with great force.
THUD!
"Ah!"
The woman who was about to strike was viciously kicked, sending her flying with a scream.
She landed heavily on the ground, her insides churning. It felt as if her organs had been rearranged, and the pain was so intense she almost coughed up a mouthful of blood.
She lay paralyzed on the floor, unable to move.
Seeing this, the other three women turned pale with fright and quickly backed away.
They were terrified of being beaten up too.
They all turned to look at the doorway.
A tall, imposing man walked in.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a gentle face, but his eyes held a light as deep and cold as the water of an icy pond.
"You..."
The lead woman watched in terror as the man walked toward her, step by step.
Her injuries were too severe for her to get up. Instinctively, she propped herself up with her hands and tried to scoot backward in a pathetic retreat.
The man walked up and looked down at the trembling woman with disdain.
Then his gaze fell on her hand.
In her nervousness, the woman was still clutching the piece of glass.
Without even blinking, the man lifted his foot and stomped down hard on her hand.
"AHHH!!"
The woman let out a bloodcurdling scream.
The glass shard pierced her palm, turning it into a bloody mess.
The woman fainted from the pain.
Seeing this, the other three women were scared out of their wits.
THUMP—
All three of them dropped to their knees in front of the man in unison.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Before the man could even speak, the three started slapping themselves in the face.
The sounds were crisp and loud.
"We’re sorry, we’re sorry..."
"We didn’t mean to, please spare us..."
"We were wrong, we were wrong, we’ll never do it again..."
The three women slapped themselves frantically while begging for mercy.
They regretted it to their very core.
’If we’d known this money would be so hard to earn, we never would have taken this job.’
Although they had just ganged up on Holly Sinclair, they hadn’t come out unscathed; they all had injuries of varying degrees.
The most terrifying part was that now, not only had they failed their mission, but it seemed their lives were in danger...
The man watched the three women coolly.
He didn’t speak, and they didn’t dare to stop.
They could only continue to SLAP, SLAP, SLAP their own faces.
Even as they saw stars, their cheeks swelled and reddened, and their lips started to bleed, they didn’t dare to stop.
"Scram."
The man’s thin lips parted, and he spoke a single word.
His voice was soft, yet it sent a chill down their spines.
The three women, as if granted a pardon, scrambled out of the room, not even bothering with their unconscious leader.
The man strode quickly toward Holly Sinclair, who was lying in the corner.
"Holly."
He called her name gently, the worry in his eyes strangely captivating.
Hearing the familiar voice, Holly, who was about to pass out, struggled to open her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a pair of black eyes as deep as the night sky, now filled with tenderness and an overwhelmingly thick layer of heartache for her.
His handsome face was adorned with a faint smile, as warm and wonderful as the spring sun.
’He looks just like I remember.’
"Brandon..."
Holly Sinclair murmured.
She thought she was dreaming.
Before she completely fell into darkness, she thought she heard him say—
"It’s me. I’m back."
...
「Hospital」
Vivian Linton lay weakly on the hospital bed, her face pale.
Her arm had been cut by a sharp object and required more than ten stitches.
While getting her stitches, she had thrown herself into Tristan Sterling’s arms, trembling in pain.
She had cried her eyes out, a truly pitiable sight.
After being brought back to her room, she continued to cling tightly to the man’s sleeve, as if extremely insecure and unwilling to let go.
"That bitch Holly Sinclair! How dare she harm you like this? She’s so evil, she deserves to be executed!"
Nicole Linton stood by her sister’s bed, her face slightly contorted and her venomous gaze as if dipped in poison as she cursed through clenched teeth.
"Forget it, Nicole, don’t say any more. It’s just a small injury..." Vivian Linton said in a small, placating voice, her eyes filled with tears as she glanced at the expressionless man sitting on the other side of the bed.
"More than ten stitches and you call it a small injury? Sis, you can’t be this nice! That bitch Holly Sinclair is already walking all over you, and you’re still going to let her off the hook?" Nicole Linton was furious, her anger fueling her tirade.
"Nicole, don’t say that. Holly just has some prejudice against me. I know she’s been unhappy ever since I came back. If this helps her vent her anger, then I don’t mind getting hurt a little..."
Vivian Linton lowered her eyelids, and aggrieved tears fell one after another.
Tristan Sterling remained silent, his gaze deep and unreadable, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.
Vivian Linton and Nicole Linton exchanged a look.
They were both dissatisfied with Tristan Sterling’s reaction.
"Brother-in-law, just listen to this! Can you really bear to see my sister suffer so much for loving you?" Nicole couldn’t take it anymore and shouted at Tristan Sterling, speaking up for her sister.
But unexpectedly—
"Who called the police?"
Tristan Sterling asked coolly, responding to her question with one of his own.
His light tone was heavy with pressure.
He sat in the chair with his legs crossed, his relaxed posture exuding an air of elegance, composure, and innate nobility and authority.
The hearts of the two sisters skipped a beat.
For a moment, neither of them knew how to respond.
The large hospital room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"Hm?"
Tristan Sterling’s sharp gaze landed on Vivian and Nicole’s faces.
"Tristan, what are you talking about? What police?"
Vivian’s hand, hidden under the blanket, clenched into a fist, but her face showed only confusion and bewilderment.
Then, as if she suddenly understood something, she whipped her head toward her sister and, with reddened eyes, demanded harshly, "Nicole Linton, what did you do?!"
Tristan Sterling looked coldly at Nicole Linton.
Unable to withstand Tristan’s piercing gaze, Nicole lowered her head. "I... I called the police and had Holly Sinclair arrested..."
"You fool!"
Vivian flew into a rage and sat up abruptly to scold her sister, but she accidentally pulled at her wound and cried out in pain, "Ah..."
"Sis!"
"Don’t move, be careful with your wound."
Nicole and Tristan moved to stop her from getting up at the same time.
When facing her, Tristan’s expression was as gentle as ever.
Vivian’s heart settled.
’Tristan loves me.’
’As long as I cry out in pain, he’ll always be by my side.’
Biting her lip, Vivian looked at the man pitifully and pleaded in a low voice, "Tristan, please don’t blame Nicole. She was just too worried about me..."
Tristan Sterling said nothing.
But another layer of frost seemed to cover his handsome face.
Seeing that he wouldn’t relent even when her sister was begging him, Nicole finally snapped.
"Brother-in-law, that bitch Holly Sinclair wanted to kill my sister so she could have you all to herself! She’s so vicious, shouldn’t I have called the police?" Nicole shouted angrily.
"I am a married man. What did you just call me?"
