Tristan Sterling stood up, elegantly adjusting his cufflinks, his handsome face set in a glacial expression.
At his words, Vivian Linton's face drained of color.
He was clearly furious.
Holly Sinclair was still his wife. For his wife to be beaten so badly, it was naturally a blow to his pride.
His anger was only natural.
"No…" Vivian Linton wiped away her tears, looking utterly pitiful as she tried to make excuses. "I'm sorry, Tristan. Nicole… she just acted on impulse…"
"Then she must pay the price for that impulse!" Tristan Sterling bit out, his voice frigid.
His words struck the Linton Family like a bolt of lightning.
'Does he mean…'
'He was the one who sent those women?!'
Vivian Linton stared in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. She choked out, "But… But Tristan, Nicole is my sister!"
'Even if he was angry, he shouldn't have gone after my family.'
'Holly Sinclair is a nobody with a worthless life. How could she possibly compare to my sister?'
