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

"Ian said he can cure your brother."

"Really?!" Holly Sinclair’s eyes lit up, finding it hard to believe.

"Yes, really," Tristan Sterling nodded.

Seeing her happy expression, the man’s gaze softened unconsciously.

’My brother can recover!’

The thought filled her mind, and Holly Sinclair’s eyes instantly brimmed with tears.

"Brother!" She threw herself at Noah Sinclair, hugging him tightly and choking out, "Brother..."

Noah Sinclair was stunned by his sister’s sudden action, but he still instinctively patted her back, stuttering comfortingly, "D-Don’t cry..."

"Don’t worry. If Ian says your brother can get better, he definitely will." Watching the siblings embrace so tightly, Tristan Sterling found the sight a bit jarring. He gently pulled Holly Sinclair to her feet. "I’ve already made all the arrangements with the hospital. You don’t have to worry about a thing."

Holly Sinclair took a deep breath, silently composing herself.

A moment later, she turned back, her indifferent expression already in place. "What do you want?"

’He’s a shrewd, calculating businessman. I don’t believe he’d help me for free.’

"Withdraw the divorce petition," he said.

Holly Sinclair scoffed.

’I knew he’d have conditions!’

"And if I say no?"

Her brow was tinged with coldness, her every word sharp. "Are you going to threaten me with my brother again?"

"I won’t."

’I never thought of that.’

An unpleasant feeling stirred within Tristan Sterling.

’In her eyes, have I become so despicable?’

"Tristan Sterling, you and Vivian Linton are the reason my brother is in this state! If you have any conscience left, you’d better remember what you just said!"

Holly Sinclair stared straight at the man before her, her voice cold and biting.

She wasn’t trying to act tough anymore.

She had to admit he was right.

Her brother needed better medical care.

She would do anything, as long as her brother could get better.

Besides, this was something Tristan Sterling owed her brother.

’Curing my brother is what he should do!’

...

「Over the weekend.」

Holly Sinclair received a call from Sonia Sutton.

She said there was a silk exhibition that evening and asked if Holly wanted to go.

She agreed.

Her studio had recently designed a new spring collection, so it was a good opportunity to check out some nice silks and satins.

At seven in the evening, Holly Sinclair arrived promptly at the silk exhibition venue.

The venue was bustling with a crowd of guests.

The space was large, with one half dedicated to the silk exhibition and the other to a refreshment area.

After viewing the exhibition, Holly Sinclair and Sonia Sutton headed to the lounge area.

The two chatted for a bit before Sonia Sutton went off to greet other guests.

"Tsk! To think a fly would sneak into such a high-end exhibition. It’s really dragging down the class of this place. How distasteful!"

A sharp voice cut through the air, carrying a nauseatingly familiar tone.

Holly Sinclair’s gaze shifted, and she looked over coldly.

It was the sisters, Vivian and Nicole Linton.

It had been a while since she’d seen Nicole Linton. After treatment, the scars on her face had faded to the point of being almost invisible.

’No wonder she has the guts to come out and bite people again.’

"Nicole, don’t talk like that," Vivian Linton feigned a reprimand to her sister, then turned to Holly Sinclair with a smile. "Holly, you came to see the exhibition too."

Holly Sinclair glanced at them indifferently, as if watching a pair of clowns.

She couldn’t be bothered to engage.

Under Holly Sinclair’s mocking gaze, Nicole Linton was the first to lose her composure.

"Holly Sinclair, my sister is talking to you! Are you deaf?" Nicole Linton shrieked, unable to contain her anger.

"Sorry, I don’t understand barking."

Holly Sinclair smiled faintly, her counterattack calm and composed.

"You!" Nicole Linton choked on her words, her face turning pale.

Seeing her sister was losing the argument, Vivian Linton stepped in front of Holly Sinclair. "Holly, please don’t be angry. Nicole is just being childish. I’ll apologize on her behalf."

"Get lost."

Holly Sinclair shot Vivian Linton a sidelong glance, her lazy tone dripping with disgust.

"Holly..." Vivian Linton’s eyes reddened slightly as she put on a pitiful, bullied expression.

A cold light gleamed in Holly Sinclair’s eyes, her voice as icy as if it had been quenched in frost. "Vivian Linton, Nicole Linton, don’t come here and act like trash in front of me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind teaching you how to behave!"

Every word was delivered with an overwhelming presence.

Vivian and Nicole Linton were a bit intimidated, but they didn’t want to lose face like this.

Nicole Linton remembered her sister saying that Holly Sinclair and Tristan had already divorced.

So a lie came readily to her lips. She lifted her chin smugly and said with arrogance, "Holly Sinclair! I bet you don’t know, but my sister is about to get engaged to Tristan!"

’Everyone knows Tristan loves my sister.’

’Now that he’s divorced that bitch Holly Sinclair, he’ll definitely marry my sister soon.’

Nicole Linton felt that this wasn’t really a lie.

She expected these words to make Holly Sinclair’s face twist with anger, but to her surprise, Holly remained perfectly calm, even wearing a mocking expression.

"A scumbag and a bitch—a perfect match. I hope you two are stuck with each other forever," Holly Sinclair said.

Vivian Linton’s expression turned even uglier.

"Bitch! How dare you curse my sister! I’ll rip your mouth off!" Nicole Linton lunged at Holly Sinclair in a fit of rage.

Holly Sinclair raised her hand.

Nicole Linton flinched and recoiled reflexively.

"Oh, sorry. Did I scare you?" Holly Sinclair said with a cold smile, touching her temple.

’Good. As long as you know fear.’

"You... you..." Nicole Linton was utterly humiliated, her face contorting with rage.

The ever-arrogant Miss Linton couldn’t stomach such a humiliating defeat.

Especially being toyed with by her arch-nemesis, she felt she was losing face.

Just then, a waiter passed by with a tray of drinks. In a moment of blind rage, Nicole Linton grabbed a glass and flung its contents at Holly Sinclair’s face.

It was a glass of freshly poured hot water.

"Go to hell, you bitch!!"

The moment Holly Sinclair saw Nicole Linton reach for the glass on the tray, she sensed the danger.

She instinctively tried to step back and dodge, but a hand suddenly pressed against her waist from behind, holding her in place.

It was Vivian Linton.

Vivian Linton wanted to use her sister’s hand to destroy that bitch Holly Sinclair’s face.

Even if there were serious consequences, her sister was the one throwing the hot water. With her sister to take the blame, she could escape unscathed.

As long as Holly Sinclair became an ugly monster, Tristan would belong completely to her!

’A man of his status would never be interested in a disfigured woman.’

’The only reason he’s unwilling to divorce Holly Sinclair is because he still lusts after that bitch’s body.’

A faint, cold smile touched the corners of Vivian Linton’s lips as her mind raced with vicious calculations.

She hated Holly Sinclair with a passion.

She wished she would just die!

Ever since Tristan found out Holly Sinclair hadn’t drugged him, her woman’s intuition told her that his feelings for Holly had changed.

So, she couldn’t just sit back and wait for defeat!

Holly Sinclair felt Vivian Linton blocking her escape. With no time for any other evasive action, she instinctively raised her arm to shield herself.

’A burn on the arm is better than a burn on the face.’

But something else was faster—

A large hand grabbed her arm and yanked her forcefully.

She crashed directly into a broad, warm embrace that felt familiar down to her bones.

It was Tristan Sterling.

Because of Holly Sinclair’s sudden displacement, the scalding water splashed directly onto Vivian Linton, who was standing behind her.

"AH!"

Vivian Linton immediately clutched at her face, screaming repeatedly, "Ah, it’s so hot... Ah, my face..."