Vivian Linton cried out, her face a mask of disbelief and distress.
All eyes turned to her.
"??" Holly Sinclair raised an eyebrow, giving Vivian Linton a look that wasn't quite a smile.
'Her words and expression are clearly saying I'm the one who planted the needle.'
"Miss Linton, what are you talking about?" Sonia Sutton's brow furrowed, and her gaze on Holly Sinclair instantly turned sharp and cold.
"Oh, I'm sorry... I... I didn't say anything..."
Vivian Linton quickly covered her mouth, a panicked look on her face, and turned to grab Holly Sinclair's hand. "Holly, I believe you. It definitely wasn't you—"
"Get off!"
Holly Sinclair violently slapped her hand away, her expression filled with disgust.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sonia Sutton's best friend, Kiera Jacobs, quietly slipping away...
"Ah..." Vivian Linton cried out, stumbling backward.
"Holly Sinclair!"
Tristan Sterling bellowed, reaching out to steady the wobbling Vivian Linton.
