Before Tristan Sterling could finish, Holly Sinclair straightened up and slapped him hard across the face.
The air fell deathly silent.
The doctor and Candice Sinclair were both stunned by the slap.
They both stared at her, dumbfounded.
"Tristan Sterling, stay away from my daughter!!"
Holly Sinclair's eyes blazed with fury as she snarled through gritted teeth.
She didn't even stop to ask what had happened; her first instinct was to blame him for her daughter's injury.
'He must have gone to the kindergarten to bother Candice, and that's why she got hurt.'
She was no saint. She couldn't bring herself to be civil with someone who had a history like his.
Especially not when her daughter was injured.
Seeing the fury on Holly's face, a complete departure from her usual "calm indifference," Tristan Sterling didn't know whether to feel heartache or relief.
His cheek was numb and stinging, and the taste of iron spread through his mouth.
Bitterness filled his heart.
