Free Web NovelChapter 138: Chapter 138: Holly Sinclair Bashes Tristan Sterling Bloody
Holly Sinclair’s voice died in her throat.
For a moment, she was stunned, staring at the man and woman tangled together on the hospital bed.
Then came a cold sneer.
’They really are desperate.’
’Getting it on regardless of the time or place... What’s the difference between them and beasts?’
The moment Tristan Sterling saw Holly Sinclair appear at the door, he instinctively started to get up.
But Vivian Linton was a step faster, wrapping her arms around his neck and making them look even more intimate.
At the same time, Vivian Linton shot a glance toward Holly Sinclair.
The faint smile playing on her lips was filled with provocation and smug satisfaction.
Holly understood.
’So this was another one of Vivian Linton’s little schemes.’
She had gotten a call from the hospital early this morning. They said her brother’s attending physician, Ian Quincy, needed her to come in.
Thinking there might be a development in her brother’s condition, she had rushed over, only for a nurse to tell her that Dr. Quincy was in a VIP room and had instructed her to go find him there directly.
And that’s when she walked in on this disgusting scene.
Holly felt she owed her eyes an apology.
’I’ll have to rinse them out thoroughly with eyedrops later.’
In the past, a scene like this would have destroyed her.
But now, her heart was like a frozen lake, without a single ripple.
After one indifferent glance, Holly turned on her heel and walked away, a cold sneer playing on her lips.
Tristan Sterling’s brow furrowed.
He immediately pried Vivian Linton’s hands from his neck and moved to chase after her.
"Tristan~"
Naturally, Vivian Linton was unwilling to let him go. She quickly sat up to pull him back.
But she was a step too late; her hand grasped at empty air.
Seeing this, she simply flung herself off the bed.
"Aah!"
Vivian Linton’s shrill scream successfully stopped Tristan Sterling in his tracks.
"Vivian!" He immediately turned back.
"Tristan, it hurts... I... I can’t breathe..." Her face was deathly pale, and she clutched her collar with both hands, looking as though she was having extreme difficulty breathing.
She looked utterly pitiful as tears streamed down her face.
Tristan glanced at Holly’s retreating back—she never once looked around. Resigned, he had no choice but to stay.
"Don’t be scared. I’ll call a doctor right away."
He quickly picked Vivian Linton up, placed her on the bed, and pressed the call bell on the headboard.
...
Holly was relieved, knowing this was just one of Vivian’s schemes and that her brother was fine.
Downstairs, she decided to head to a breakfast shop to buy the soup dumplings her brother loved.
Just as she walked out of the inpatient building, she saw a familiar figure.
"Brandon?"
A few steps ahead, Brandon Sterling, dressed in a hospital gown, was walking listlessly forward, supported by his assistant, Nell.
Brandon Sterling turned his head.
Seeing her, his eyes filled with pleasant surprise. "Holly."
"What are you doing at the hospital?"
Holly hurried over, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
Last night at the banquet, she had been carried away by Tristan Sterling to have her wound treated.
After parting on bad terms with Tristan, she was in no mood to stay, so she had called Brandon and told him something came up and she was leaving early.
Brandon had been perfectly fine when she left. Why did he now look like he’d just been through a major illness?
"It’s nothing..."
"Mr. Sterling had a stomach hemorrhage."
Before Brandon could finish his sentence, his assistant, Nell, spoke up, her voice tinged with indignation.
"A stomach hemorrhage? What happened?" Holly was even more confused.
"At the reception last night, the Second Master had people deliberately make things difficult for our Mr. Sterling, forcing him to drink a lot of alcohol—"
"Nell!"
Brandon Sterling sternly cut her off, scolding her with rare severity, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
Nell fell silent, her eyes welling with tears.
Seeing her reaction, Brandon couldn’t bear it. He sighed, and his voice softened. "Go get the medicine."
"Okay. Please be careful, Mr. Sterling."
"Mm." Brandon Sterling nodded.
Only then did Nell head toward the pharmacy, relieved.
Holly was lost in shock.
’Has Tristan Sterling gone insane?’
’Just because I didn’t follow his orders and cut ties with Brandon, he targets Brandon over and over again?’
’By his logic, does that mean I have to go back to obeying his every command, just like before? Otherwise, he’ll use his despicable tactics against my family and friends?’
’He doesn’t love me.’
’But he thinks I’m his property.’
’So, I’m not allowed to say "no" to him?’
’Sicko!’
"Holly?"
Brandon looked with concern at Holly’s stone-cold expression and called out her name softly.
Holly snapped back to reality.
"Let me help you." She held back her heartache and anger, reached out a hand to him, and forced a smile.
’Reality is just that cruel.’
’Neither I nor Brandon are a match for Tristan, so we have no choice but to swallow our pride and endure it.’
"Thank you." Brandon Sterling didn’t refuse, smiling gently.
His smile carried another meaning: he was fine, and she didn’t need to worry.
Holly understood.
But it only made her feel worse.
’That saying, *When you’re under another’s roof, you have to bow your head,* must be exactly what Brandon is going through right now.’ ƒreewebɳovel.com
There were stairs ahead, and Holly supported Brandon Sterling as they slowly descended.
Somehow, Brandon Sterling suddenly missed a step.
His entire body pitched forward.
It happened so suddenly that Holly had no time to react and was pulled down along with him by the momentum.
Brandon reacted in a flash. As he fell, he pulled Holly firmly into his arms to shield her.
They tumbled down a dozen or so steps.
When they finally stopped, Brandon Sterling’s face was completely drained of color.
Holly, however, was completely unscathed.
"Brandon, are you okay?"
Holly asked frantically, looking up in a panic at Brandon lying on top of her.
He just had a stomach hemorrhage, and now this fall. It was undoubtedly making a bad injury worse.
"I’m... I’m fine."
Brandon Sterling forced the words out with difficulty, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.
It was obvious he was in extreme pain.
Holly was beside herself with worry and regret.
’How could I be so dense?’ she thought. ’Letting a sick man protect me.’
Brandon furrowed his brow and caught his breath. Just as he was about to get up, the back of his collar was suddenly grabbed.
The next moment, he was yanked up by a powerful force.
THUD!
A vicious fist slammed heavily into his face.
He was already sick and had just tumbled down the stairs. His body was weak, in no condition to withstand such a heavy blow.
Brandon was knocked back several steps, finally collapsing to the ground with a heavy THUMP.
SPIT.
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from his mouth.
Holly’s eyes widened in horror.
She glared fiercely at the attacker, her body trembling with anger.
It was Tristan Sterling.
Tristan Sterling’s eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze on Brandon Sterling was filled with hatred.
"Stop!!"
Seeing that Tristan Sterling was about to strike again, Holly finally snapped out of her shock and rushed forward to stop him.
But Tristan was already seeing red and completely ignored her furious shout.
His mind was filled with the image he had just seen.
Holly, lying underneath Brandon Sterling.
The scene had shattered his composure, making him unable to think rationally.
THUD! THUD!
He grabbed Brandon Sterling’s collar and threw two more punches.
Brandon’s face was covered in blood.
"Tristan Sterling, stop!"
Holly was horrified. Seeing that Brandon was powerless to fight back, she acted on pure desperation, grabbing a small potted plant from a nearby flower bed.
And smashed it hard on Tristan Sterling’s head. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
CRACK!
The small ceramic flowerpot shattered on impact.
Tristan Sterling’s raised fist froze in mid-air.
Blood gushed from the side of his forehead.
He slowly turned his head, looking in disbelief at the woman who had dealt him such a vicious blow.
