Free Web NovelChapter 125: Chapter 125: Tristan Sterling Gets into a Car Accident
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After replying to Holly Sinclair, Tristan Sterling irritably tossed his phone aside.
His handsome face was as black as thunder.
Sensing the heavy atmosphere in the car, Connor Grant, sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror.
As his special assistant, he knew his boss’s schedule like the back of his hand.
He was well aware that today was the day his boss and the missus were supposed to get their divorce certificate.
The fork in the road was just ahead. Connor Grant swallowed nervously and, steeling himself, asked, "Sir, are we heading to the office now?"
The office and the Civil Affairs Bureau were in two completely different directions.
"Crash into it."
Tristan Sterling suddenly uttered three words out of the blue.
"Huh?"
Connor Grant and the driver, Greg, stared at each other, not comprehending.
"Crash into it," Tristan Sterling repeated.
Connor Grant understood.
He gave Greg a meaningful look.
Greg felt a pang of regret for the car, but it was the boss’s vehicle, so it wasn’t his place to worry.
He wrenched the steering wheel.
CRASH! freēwebnovel.com
With a deafening bang, the black Maybach slammed hard into the median strip in the middle of the road.
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Holly Sinclair’s eyelid twitched.
An inexplicable sense of foreboding washed over her.
’I have a feeling I’m not getting that certificate today...’
’No, no, no!’
’Impossible!’
’I’ve finally made it through this past month; there’s no way this won’t happen.’
’Stop overthinking. Didn’t Tristan Sterling say he was on his way?’
Holly silently reassured herself.
The minutes ticked by. She kept glancing at her watch, pacing back and forth anxiously.
Another twenty minutes passed, and there was still no sign of Tristan Sterling.
Holly called him directly.
"Tristan Sterling, you have five minutes left!"
she warned icily the moment the call connected.
However, the voice on the other end was not Tristan Sterling’s.
"Mrs. Sterling, Sir had a car accident!"
Connor Grant’s voice was frantic, and the background was filled with noise, including the faint sound of an ambulance siren.
"Is he dead?" Holly blurted out.
"Uh..."
Connor Grant froze, completely thrown by her response.
Her words held not a shred of concern and sounded anything but well-intentioned.
Just as Connor Grant was about to say more, Holly hung up.
Tristan Sterling, still sitting in the back seat, had heard every single word from Holly loud and clear.
The air froze.
Connor Grant stole a glance at his boss from the corner of his eye, not daring to look at him directly.
He had been with his boss for five years, and this was the first time he had seen such an awful expression on his face.
Just as he was wondering how to handle this tricky situation, the phone rang again.
It was a video call from Holly.
"Sir..." Connor Grant held up the phone, waiting for instructions.
Tristan Sterling closed his eyes and uttered a single word, "Answer."
"Mrs. Sterling—"
"I don’t care what happened to you guys. Get your boss to the Civil Affairs Bureau right now! Immediately!"
Holly bellowed, giving Connor Grant no chance to explain.
Her shouting made Connor Grant’s scalp tingle. He simply aimed the camera at the wrecked front of the car, then panned over to Tristan Sterling in the back seat.
"Mrs. Sterling, I’m afraid that’s not possible. Sir has passed out!"
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Holly had video-called Tristan Sterling’s phone to see if Connor Grant was lying.
But she hadn’t expected them to have actually gotten into an accident.
Holly rushed to the hospital.
She had to see how badly Tristan Sterling was hurt.
’As long as he’s still breathing,’ she thought, ’he’s coming with me to the Civil Affairs Bureau to finalize the paperwork today.’
’Even if he’s dying, he has to grant me my freedom before he goes.’
After all, for her, even becoming his widow would be a disgrace.
When Holly arrived at the hospital, Connor Grant told her that Tristan Sterling was in an examination room undergoing a full-body checkup.
Holly sat on a chair, staring blankly at the door to the examination room.
Seeing this, Connor Grant felt a massive headache coming on.
’It looks like Mrs. Sterling won’t rest until Sir comes out.’
"What are you doing here?!"
Suddenly, a shrill voice cut through the air.
It was Vivian Linton.
She glared at Holly with resentment, her questioning tone arrogant, as if she were the real Mrs. Sterling.
Holly ignored her, not deigning to respond.
Vivian Linton had no time to get tangled up with Holly at the moment.
She turned to Connor Grant and hurriedly asked, "Where’s Tristan? How is he? How could he have gotten into a car accident out of nowhere?"
Connor Grant glanced at Holly.
He felt a pang of pity and injustice for his boss.
’If Mrs. Sterling were even half as concerned about Sir as Miss Linton is, this "car accident" wouldn’t have had to happen today.’
’He had witnessed all the recent events. As an observer, he could see very clearly that Sir had feelings for Mrs. Sterling.’
’If Mrs. Sterling would just soften up a bit and coax Sir, this divorce wouldn’t be absolutely necessary.’
’As for Miss Linton...’
’For someone of Sir’s status, keeping a mistress or two is perfectly normal.’
’As long as the main wife’s position is secure, why does Mrs. Sterling need to cause such a fuss?’
Connor Grant grumbled to himself.
’The ways of the rich are truly beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.’
"Sir is still in the examination room," Connor Grant replied.
"Is it serious?" Vivian Linton’s eyes reddened, and she was sick with worry.
It was a stark contrast to Holly’s indifference.
"We don’t know yet."
Fearing Vivian Linton would keep asking questions, Connor Grant made a quick excuse and left.
Only Holly and Vivian were left in the hallway.
"Holly, I’m talking to you. Why are you here?"
Seeing that no one else was around, Vivian Linton dropped her act completely.
The last time she tried to ruin Holly, her plan had backfired spectacularly, and she’d ended up dragging Philip Payne down with her.
Now, Philip Payne was completely ruined.
Tristan’s methods were ruthless. Not only did he plunge the Payne Family into massive debt, but he also kicked and broke several of Philip Payne’s ribs.
Worst of all was Holly’s kick, which had destroyed Philip Payne’s manhood, leaving him impotent forever.
After that, he was fired from the hospital, and not a single hospital in all of Mistcroft dared to hire him.
His career as a doctor was over.
Now, she was the one supporting him.
’And it was all that bitch Holly’s fault!’
"I’ll be wherever I want to be. It’s none of your business," Holly said, lifting her eyelids to shoot Vivian a mocking glance.
"Holly, you talk a big game about divorcing Tristan, but the moment he’s in a car accident, you’re the first one to rush to the hospital. Playing the victim like this, don’t you think you’re being a pathetic hypocrite?"
Vivian Linton’s face was dark, her eyes glinting with a venomous chill. Every word she spoke was sharp and cruel.
"Snapping at people the moment you open your mouth... Vivian Linton, are you afraid people don’t know what kind of dog you are?" A sharp glint flashed in Holly’s eyes.
"How dare you curse at me, Holly?"
Hearing this, fury shot through Vivian Linton. She raised her hand to slap Holly across the face.
Holly grabbed her hand, stood up, and delivered a backhanded slap of her own.
SLAP!
The force of the blow knocked Vivian Linton’s head to the side.
She was stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Curse at you? If you can’t hear me clearly, I can have it carved on your tombstone!"
Holly flung Vivian Linton’s hand away, her expression one of disgust, as if Vivian were some repulsive virus.
A fiery sting spread across Vivian Linton’s cheek, and her composure teetered on the brink of collapse. freewebnøvel.com
She hated Holly so much.
Old grudges and new, she was going to settle the score with her today.
Just as Vivian Linton was about to lunge at Holly...
Suddenly, a sharp rebuke pierced the air—
"What is all this racket?!"
