A sharp rebuke burst from Holly Sinclair's lips.
Candice Sinclair stopped dead in her tracks, instinctively turning to look at her mommy.
"Mommy..." she murmured timidly, not knowing why her mommy was angry.
Mommy only ever called her by her full name when she was angry.
"He's a bad man!"
Holly Sinclair's words were like daggers, stabbing brutally into Tristan Sterling's heart.
Tristan Sterling's fingers curled. His heart felt as if it had been split open.
Raw and bleeding.
'He's a bad man...'
'She actually told our daughter that he was a bad man.'
'Does she hate me that much?'
'Hate me enough to destroy the image I have in our daughter's eyes?'
The word "father" was so important to a child. Once his daughter decided he was a bad person, she would be utterly disappointed in him.
A father's love would no longer be a beautiful thing for little Candice.
Tristan Sterling panicked and looked at his daughter.
Just as he expected—
