Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Vivian Linton Is Not Tristan Sterling’s Savior
But what she received was not comfort, but a soul-crushing interrogation.
Vivian Linton lowered her eyes, her excuse already prepared. "The last time I came looking for you, I happened to run into your mother at the gate. She’s the one who told me..."
After speaking, she looked up in a panic, her eyes red-rimmed as she gazed at him with a pitiful look. "Tristan, are you angry? I didn’t mean anything by it, I just..."
"No."
Tristan Sterling shook his head faintly.
He walked into the house.
Vivian Linton followed close behind.
Entering the living room, Tristan Sterling sat on the sofa, his face expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"Tristan, you and Holly..."
Vivian Linton placed the breakfast on the coffee table and sat down beside him, a little nervously. After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally bit the bullet and forced out the question she had been dying to ask but never dared to. "When are you two getting a divorce?"
"What?"
Tristan Sterling’s sharp brows knitted slightly, as if surprised she would ask such a thing.
Vivian Linton, as if throwing all caution to the wind, gripped his arm tightly and said urgently, "Tristan, I can wait, but can you please give me a timeline? I—"
"We’re not getting a divorce," Tristan Sterling said.
His tone seemed gentle, but his words were like a bucket of ice water poured mercilessly over Vivian Linton’s head.
"Tristan?" Vivian Linton felt a chill run through her, her voice filled with disbelief.
"At least not anytime soon," Tristan Sterling added noncommittally.
But Vivian Linton couldn’t hold it together anymore.
Tears immediately began to fall like pearls from a broken string. She cried out, "Why? Didn’t you say you don’t love Holly? If she hadn’t drugged you back then, we would have never been separated..."
"Vivian!"
The man’s voice deepened.
The color drained from Vivian Linton’s face.
’He seems upset.’
’But what is he upset about?’
’Is it because that bitch Holly Sinclair drugged him back then?’
’Or is he upset about my accusation against Holly Sinclair now?’
Vivian Linton couldn’t tell.
All she knew was that her heart was pounding with panic.
Seeing Vivian Linton’s sorrowful expression, a trace of pity rose in Tristan Sterling’s heart, and his tone softened. "My marriage to Holly Sinclair isn’t something I can just end on a whim."
Marriages between powerful families involve too many interests.
One’s hands are often tied.
This was a principle Vivian Linton also understood.
But—
"But what about me? Tristan, I’ve waited for you for so long..." she sobbed, feeling utterly wronged.
"Vivian, I never asked you to wait for me," Tristan Sterling said calmly.
Vivian Linton’s world shook.
’That’s right.’
’He never promised he would divorce Holly Sinclair, nor did he ever say he would marry me.’
’He brought me back from abroad with only one promise: that he would take good care of me and never abandon me.’
’But if a man is willing to take care of a woman for the rest of his life, doesn’t that mean he wants to marry her?’
Vivian Linton started to panic and cried out with heartfelt sincerity, "But I love you, Tristan! I swore that I would marry no one but you in this lifetime—"
"Vivian!"
Tristan Sterling’s eyes darkened.
Vivian Linton shuddered violently.
’I was too hasty.’
’Tristan hates being pressured more than anything. Acting like this will only make him resent me.’
She instantly calmed down.
Biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, she buried her face in his chest and choked out in a pitiful voice, "I’m sorry, Tristan. I didn’t mean to pressure you. I just feel so sad. Holly keeps calling me the other woman, calling me a bitch, but she was the one who stole you from me! She was the one who schemed and snatched you away... SOB, SOB, SOB..."
The more she spoke, the more heartbroken she became, and tears streamed down her face.
In the end, Tristan Sterling couldn’t bear it.
He thought of the lifelong disability she had suffered to save him, of the humiliation and hardship she was forced to endure abroad...
He was the one who owed her.
Tristan Sterling gently patted Vivian Linton’s back, which trembled slightly from her crying. "Grandpa isn’t well. Let’s talk about this later."
’Later...’
’That means there’s still hope for me!’
Vivian Linton knew to quit while she was ahead.
"Okay."
She quickly nodded obediently.
She buried her head in the man’s chest, a vicious light glinting in her eyes.
Her face was twisted into a terrifying grimace.
’If Tristan won’t divorce that bitch Holly Sinclair, it must be because that damned old man is interfering.’
’That old fool is Holly Sinclair’s backer.’
’So as long as that old fool is alive, I’ll never become Madam Sterling.’
’It seems...’
’I’ll have to do something about it.’
...
「Night.」
All around was pitch black, the shadows of the trees dancing in the wind.
In a dimly lit room, on a huge bed, a man and a woman were tangled together.
The wanton atmosphere lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate.
After a round of vigorous exercise.
Vivian Linton, glistening with sweat, lay half-sprawled on the man’s chest.
"Baby, did that feel good? Want to go another round—"
"Philip Payne, stop fooling around."
The man, still not satisfied, hugged and groped Vivian Linton, but she demurely refused him with a shy look.
"Vivian, it’s been a long time. Can you really be satisfied if we don’t go a few more rounds?"
Philip Payne gave a lewd and sleazy smile, leaning close to Vivian Linton’s ear and whispering filthy things.
Vivian Linton was utterly repulsed inside, but she had to feign a prim and shy expression.
She had to please Philip Payne.
Because he had something on her.
The truth was, she was not Tristan Sterling’s savior.
Back then, when Tristan Sterling had his car accident, it was Holly Sinclair who had recklessly dragged his unconscious body from the car.
Holly Sinclair had only dragged him a few steps before the car exploded. The blast knocked her unconscious, and she fell to the ground, motionless.
She had witnessed all of this. Seeing that Tristan Sterling was showing signs of waking up, she decided to steal the credit from Holly Sinclair.
Heaven was on her side.
Tristan Sterling regained consciousness for a moment, saw her face clearly, and then passed out again.
But just as she was about to call for help, she heard a strange noise from the car.
It was going to explode again.
Without a second thought, she abandoned Tristan Sterling and ran.
BOOM!
The car did indeed explode a second time.
And as she fled, she was unfortunately struck in the left foot by a piece of car wreckage.
The injury was so severe that her foot had to be amputated.
She thought she was incredibly unlucky.
If she hadn’t run, she would have been fine.
But even though she lost a foot, she gained Tristan Sterling’s love.
Tristan Sterling was convinced she was his savior and treated her exceptionally well.
Who would have known that at the scene of the accident, besides her, Holly Sinclair, and Tristan Sterling, there had been a fourth person.
Philip Payne.
Philip Payne had been in the shadows, witnessing the entire event.
When he realized she had latched onto Tristan Sterling by stealing Holly Sinclair’s credit, he despicably used it to threaten her.
For the past few years, she not only had to sleep with Philip Payne, but also give him money.
She was losing both her body and her wealth.
But she had no choice. If she wanted wealth and status, she had to let herself be controlled.
Her only wish was to become Madam Sterling as quickly as possible.
By then, she would have money and status. Silencing Philip Payne would be a piece of cake.
Gently pushing away Philip Payne’s approaching face, Vivian Linton pouted with a troubled expression. "I’m not in the mood."
"What’s wrong? Who made my precious Vivian angry?"
