The door to the examination room had opened at some point.
Ian Quincy emerged, pushing Tristan Sterling in a wheelchair.
"Tristan!"
Vivian Linton immediately turned at the sound of the familiar voice.
When she saw Tristan in the wheelchair, tears instantly streamed down her face. She rushed over and knelt by his side, choking out, "Tristan, are you okay? Where are you hurt? You scared me to death..."
She looked utterly heartbroken.
Holly Sinclair stood by with her hands in her pockets, watching coldly.
'Vivian Linton's acting is as masterful as ever.'
'Look at her, crying her eyes out like that. Anyone who didn't know better would think Tristan was on his deathbed.'
The contrast couldn't have been starker.
A hint of displeasure colored Tristan Sterling's gaze as he looked at Holly Sinclair.
'Her own husband gets into a car accident, and she can be this indifferent.'
'Look at Vivian, she's cried so much her makeup is nearly ruined.'
