Free Web NovelChapter 97: Chapter 97: I Went After Him, What Are You Going to Do About It?
"Shut up!"
Tristan Sterling roared.
Connor Grant fell silent and took two steps back.
’A lid for every pot, indeed,’ he couldn’t help but grumble to himself. ’One refuses to talk, and the other refuses to listen. They’re both stubborn as mules!’
Tristan Sterling stared coldly at the woman glaring daggers at him, the corner of his mouth curling into a cruel arc.
"So what if I went after him? What can you do to me?" he said, his eyes dark with malice.
’He admitted it!’
’The bastard!’
Holly Sinclair, furious, raised her hand to slap him. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
But he caught her wrist in mid-air.
His dark eyes narrowed, looking as if an iceberg were collapsing within them. The frigid aura he gave off was suffocating.
"Holly Sinclair, if you ever dare to hit me for another man again, I’ll rip your arm off!"
He leaned in close to her lips, his every word chilling and sinister.
Holly was in too much pain to speak.
She felt that if he used just a little more force, he would snap her wrist in two.
Her eyes red, she glared at him furiously.
They were filled with hatred.
An inexplicable pang shot through Tristan Sterling’s heart.
He abruptly flung her hand away.
He turned and walked away.
...
Night fell.
A private club.
Tristan Sterling was in a foul mood and had had a few too many drinks before he knew it.
Vivian Linton helped him into the car.
He leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes to rest.
Vivian quickly started massaging his shoulders, her voice soft and exceptionally gentle. "Tristan, you shouldn’t drink so much in the future. It’s bad for you. Holly may not care about you, but I do..."
While presenting herself as caring, she didn’t forget to take a jab at Holly Sinclair.
"Don’t mention her!"
As expected, Tristan Sterling snapped.
The atmosphere in the car turned heavy.
"Tristan, don’t be angry. I’m sure there’s nothing going on between Holly and Brandon. It must just be sibling-like affection," Vivian Linton persuaded softly.
Her tone seemed gentle, but it was brimming with malice.
Vivian Linton understood the male psyche very well.
Most men were more petty than they let on.
Especially a man like Tristan, who was used to controlling everything. For something like being cheated on, he had zero tolerance.
So even if he didn’t love Holly Sinclair, he still couldn’t stand seeing her being intimate with any other man.
’Sibling-like affection?’
Hearing this, a contemptuous sneer spread across Tristan Sterling’s lips.
’Since when are a man and a woman with no blood relation considered siblings?’
’That idiot Holly might not see it.’
’But I’m a man. How could I not see what the look in Brandon Sterling’s eyes meant when he looked at her?!’
’All these little tricks Brandon is pulling... isn’t it all just to steal what’s mine?’
Vivian Linton felt a sudden chill emanating from the man beside her and was satisfied.
She decided to press her advantage—
"But Brandon is so good to Holly. So gentle and considerate. Anyone who didn’t know better would really think they were a couple of lov— AHEM, what I mean is, Brandon has been so loyal to Holly. Now that he’s in trouble, Holly definitely won’t stand by and do nothing."
Vivian feigned a look of envy, then put on a show of being understanding and persuaded softly, "So, Tristan, if Holly comes to you begging for help with Brandon, you should just agree. That way, Brandon will be fine, and maybe Holly will stop fighting with you."
The more Tristan Sterling listened, the more irritated he became.
He simply closed his eyes and said nothing.
But his mind was filled with images of Holly Sinclair and Brandon Sterling embracing in the cave, and of them defending each other...
"Tristan? Tristan?" Vivian Linton called out twice, but there was no response.
She assumed he had fallen asleep.
A flash of triumph flickered in Vivian Linton’s eyes.
...
Distant thunder rumbled as the rain poured down in sheets.
Holly Sinclair, her face as white as a sheet, practically stumbled as she ran toward her brother’s hospital room.
Half an hour ago, she had received a call from her aunt.
Her brother’s condition had suddenly taken a turn for the worse.
"Auntie!"
Holly burst into the room and saw a tearful Isabella Sinclair.
Her heart immediately sank.
A powerful sense of unease washed over her.
A doctor was in the room, but it wasn’t her brother’s attending physician, Ian Quincy.
"Doctor, what’s wrong with my brother?"
Holly forced herself to remain calm as she stepped forward and asked.
But her trembling voice betrayed her inner panic.
"The patient has a cerebral hemorrhage and needs surgery as soon as possible," the doctor said gravely.
"Then operate!" Holly’s eyes filled with tears. She clenched her fists so tightly she could barely stand, her body shaking with panic.
Her grandfather was still in the ICU, and now her brother was in danger...
’What am I going to do!’
"This surgery is very high-risk. Not just any doctor can perform it. Right now, Dr. Quincy is the only one in our hospital who can. If he performs it, the success rate is at least eighty percent," the doctor said with a frown, his expression somewhat peculiar.
"Then have Dr. Quincy do it!"
Holly cried out urgently.
She had great faith in Ian Quincy.
The hospital had previously said her brother might never wake up, but under Ian Quincy’s care, his condition had improved, and there was finally hope he would regain consciousness.
She had thought her brother was on the verge of waking up, only for this emergency to strike.
"The problem is, Dr. Quincy isn’t here. He was called away by Mr. Sterling," the doctor said, his expression helpless.
’Called away by Tristan Sterling?’
"Where was he called to?" Holly asked, grabbing the doctor’s sleeve in her panic, her voice cracking.
"That, I don’t know." The doctor shook his head, looking completely powerless to help.
Holly froze, a chill running through her entire body.
...
「Half an hour later.」
Azure Bay
"Tristan Sterling! Tristan Sterling!"
Soaked to the bone by the downpour, Holly pounded on the door, screaming with all her might.
Her brother’s condition was critical. She had to find Dr. Quincy immediately and get him back to the hospital for the surgery.
But Tristan Sterling wasn’t answering her calls.
Her only choice was to rush to Azure Bay without a moment’s rest.
But the password on the door had been changed. She couldn’t get in and could only pound on the door.
"Tristan Sterling! Open the door! Save my brother... Open the door!"
Holly was panicked beyond measure, pounding on the door nonstop, not daring to stop even as her palms grew swollen.
Finally.
The door opened.
But it wasn’t Tristan Sterling who appeared.
It was a triumphant-looking Vivian Linton.
"Holly Sinclair, what are you doing here?"
Vivian Linton looked down her nose at the disheveled Holly, a cold, smug smile on her face.
"Where’s Tristan Sterling? I need to see him!"
Holly shouted, her voice trembling as she tried to rush inside.
"I’m sorry, Tristan is tired. He doesn’t want to see any visitors."
Vivian Linton seductively flicked her hair, subtly revealing the marks on her neck, looking for all the world like someone who had just been passionately ’loved’.
Her use of the word "visitor" was full of provocation, as if she were the mistress of the house.
"Get out of my way!"
Holly had no time for Vivian Linton’s provocations and roughly shoved her aside.
Vivian stumbled backward, shouting in a rage, "Holly Sinclair!"
She added a cold reminder, "Tristan is very angry right now!"
Holly froze.
She knew.
When Brandon was taken away by the police, she and Tristan had clashed and parted on bad terms.
The ugly look on his face as he left was still fresh in her memory.
"Holly Sinclair, Tristan said he doesn’t want to see you. If you insist on forcing your way in..."
Vivian Linton sneered, holding her head high, feeling as though she’d finally had her moment of triumph. "You’ll have to face the consequences!" freewebnovёl.ƈom
Holly’s heart was burning with anxiety.
But she couldn’t worry about that now. She shoved Vivian Linton aside.
And rushed into the house.
