You Scorned My Love, So Why Are You Kneeling When I Asked for a Divorce?

Holly Sinclair clenched her fists tightly, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears.

’I won’t listen!’

’My brother is such a good person!’

’Why should this be his fate?!’

’Why did they have to do this to him?’

’He’s so young. He was supposed to have a wonderful future...’

’He hadn’t even found a wife for me to call sister-in-law...’

’Why?!’

’My poor brother... He never should have ended up like this...’

’It’s Tristan Sterling!’

’It’s because Tristan Sterling refused to save him!’

Holly felt a pain like a knife twisting in her heart.

She opened her eyes, which were now bloodshot. "Tristan Sterling, I was wrong..."

"Holly..." Tristan Sterling’s heart tightened slightly.

Her sudden admission of fault filled him with a strange sense of irritation.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! I never should have fallen in love with you! I shouldn’t have!!"

Holly screamed, on the verge of a breakdown, completely consumed by guilt.

She felt she was the one who had harmed her brother.

’It’s because Tristan Sterling despises me that he refused to save my brother.’

’If I hadn’t fallen in love with him, if I hadn’t married him, none of this would have happened today.’

’It was my fault!’

"Holly, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Tristan Sterling’s eyes turned cold and dark. He grabbed her by the wrist, yanked her in front of him, and looked at her with extreme displeasure.

’Never should have fallen in love with him?’

’Then who did she want to fall in love with?’

’Brandon Sterling?’

"I really was wrong. I thought that even if you didn’t love me, even if you didn’t like my brother, you wouldn’t go so far as to leave him to die. I thought..." She clenched her fists, her eyes filled with hatred.

"What do you mean, ’leave him to die’?" Tristan Sterling asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

’Please, save him.’

The words she had said on the phone two days ago suddenly surfaced in his mind.

He had a sudden realization and asked, "Weren’t you here to plead for Brandon Sterling?"

’She came to me for Noah Sinclair?’

’But I’m not a doctor. What could she want from me?’

That night, he had been in a foul mood and had a few too many drinks. His head was aching, so he had decided to take a short nap.

Then his phone rang. He swiped to answer, but he didn’t have a firm grip on the phone, and it fell under the bed.

By the time he picked it up and pressed it to his ear, all he heard was her saying, "Please, save him..."

He had assumed the "him" she was referring to was Brandon Sterling.

So he had coldly refused her outright.

"Heh..." Holly laughed.

It was a laugh of utter desolation.

"Second Master." Connor Grant approached Tristan Sterling and reported the results of his investigation. "Mr. Sinclair was in urgent need of surgery two days ago, but Mr. Quincy was called away by ’you’ to treat Miss Linton’s migraine. Mr. Sinclair went into shock during the operation, which is what led to his current condition."

"When did I—"

Tristan Sterling subconsciously denied it, but then he suddenly remembered something.

He had indeed called Ian Quincy.

He had been dizzy at the time. Vivian had told him that Nicole Linton suddenly had a splitting headache and wanted him to ask Ian Quincy to take a look.

He hadn’t known that Noah Sinclair needed emergency treatment.

Tristan Sterling turned to look at Vivian Linton.

Vivian Linton’s eyes reddened as she hastily defended herself. "Tristan, I didn’t know Noah was suddenly scheduled for surgery, and I certainly didn’t know his condition was so critical... I’m sorry, I really had no idea..."

She looked tearful and utterly pitiable.

’Vivian was with me at the time. She really couldn’t have known.’

Tristan Sterling looked at Holly. "Holly, this was an accident. Neither Vivian nor I knew—"

SLAP!

Holly yanked her hand back and, in the same motion, viciously slapped him across the face.

The faint taste of blood immediately filled Tristan Sterling’s mouth.

A frosty layer settled over his handsome face.

"Holly, why are you hitting people again? Can’t we talk about this properly?"

Seeing this, Vivian Linton immediately jumped in to condemn Holly, her heart aching as she reached out to touch Tristan Sterling’s slapped cheek.

But Tristan Sterling avoided her hand, his attention fixed solely on Holly.

Vivian Linton’s hand froze in mid-air, and a venomous, cold glint flashed in her eyes.

Tristan Sterling said patiently, "Holly, stop making a scene. I’ll have Ian Quincy treat your brother. And even if he can’t be cured, I can guarantee that your brother will be provided for for the rest of his life—"

"’Provided for’... Heh..."

Holly laughed, her eyes red, her gaze full of hatred. "Tristan Sterling, do you think this is some kind of gift you’re bestowing upon us? If I offered you a ’gift’ like this, would you take it?"

Tristan Sterling’s brow furrowed deeply, and he was about to say something.

But just then, his phone suddenly rang.

"Grandfather is awake?"

...

「The Sterling Manor」

In the bedroom, the Old Master was propped up in bed, his face a pale, ashen gray.

"Grandfather, you just woke up. Why did you leave the hospital?"

Holly’s eyes were red as she tightly gripped her grandfather’s hand, her voice choked with worry.

"Grandfather is fine." The Old Master forced a smile, his heart aching as he looked at her swollen, red eyes.

Tristan Sterling frowned in displeasure. "What was Mr. Quentin thinking? How could he let you—"

"Kneel!"

The Old Master suddenly roared, his sharp gaze fixed on Tristan’s face.

"Grandfather?" Tristan Sterling was a little stunned.

"I told you to kneel!"

the Old Master bellowed even louder.

Confirming that his grandfather indeed wanted him to kneel, Tristan Sterling was utterly bewildered.

"What? Is this old man about to die, so my words don’t matter anymore?"

The Old Master’s chest heaved rapidly with anger, and a bit of color returned to his face from the rage.

"Grandfather, don’t say such things!"

Holly was alarmed and quickly began to gently rub her grandfather’s chest to help soothe his breathing.

She couldn’t bear to hear the word "die."

Tristan Sterling also hurried to his knees with a thud beside the bed.

He still had no idea what he had done to anger the Old Master.

Seeing his grandson kneeling ramrod straight, the Old Master was satisfied.

"Holly, it is Grandfather who has wronged you. These past two years, you have suffered."

The Old Master’s aged voice was choked with emotion, full of guilt and heartache.

"Grandfather..."

Holly’s eyes grew even redder.

She didn’t understand why her grandfather was suddenly saying such things, but she was worried about his health and didn’t dare say anything that might upset him.

"My girl, don’t you worry. Grandfather will find the best doctors to treat that boy Noah. I will definitely give you back a healthy brother."

"Grandfather?" Holly was surprised.

’He knows?’

As if reading her mind, the Old Master nodded heavily. "My girl, Grandfather knows everything. I know all about the grievances you have suffered."

’Ever since that girl from the Linton family returned, that rascal Tristan has been bullying my Holly.’

’It’s my own failing health I have to blame for not being able to come back sooner and protect my Holly.’

’Letting her endure so much hardship and suffering.’

’Wounding her so badly that she feels she has no choice but to divorce Tristan!’

’My Holly loves Tristan so much!’

’I saw it with my own eyes—her eyes, sparkling, filled with nothing but Tristan.’

’She looked as if she wanted nothing more than to tear out her own heart and offer it to that rascal.’

’For someone who loves him that much, the pain must have become unbearable for her to even consider divorce.’

’My grandson is the one who’s been acting inhuman!’

’It is our Sterling family that has failed Holly!’

The more the Old Master thought about it, the more his heart ached, and the more distressed he became.

"Quentin!"

the Old Master suddenly shouted.

Mr. Quentin, who had been waiting outside the door, entered, followed by a young, able-bodied male servant.

The servant was respectfully holding a black whip.

It was the Sterling family’s instrument of discipline.

"Whip him!!"