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

A sinister smile touched Tristan Sterling’s lips.

"Uh..." Nicole Linton’s expression changed. She was at a loss for words.

Flustered, she glanced at her sister.

Vivian Linton was just as flustered.

’He’s angry!’

Previously, when Nicole called him brother-in-law, he’d never acknowledged it, but he’d also never publicly shamed them like this.

"Are you trying to confirm the accusations against your sister?"

Tristan Sterling’s dark eyes narrowed, a chill slowly gathering around him.

"S-Second Master," Nicole Linton stammered, quickly correcting herself.

The man before her was not someone she could afford to offend.

’If I annoy him and cause my sister to lose his favor, it won’t be worth it.’

"Get some rest." Tristan Sterling stood up.

"Tristan!"

Vivian Linton quickly grabbed his hand, clutching it tightly, and choked back a sob. "Are you angry with me?"

"No, don’t overthink things."

Tristan Sterling’s tone had clearly softened as he patted her shoulder.

"I’m sorry. Nicole was too impulsive. It’s my fault for not teaching her better. It’s all my fault..."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Vivian Linton pouted aggrievedly, forcing a smile. "Tristan, I’m fine, really. It doesn’t hurt at all anymore. You should hurry to the police station and bring Holly back. It’s so cold out, don’t let her freeze. Otherwise, she’ll just hate me more..."

She intentionally let her voice trail off on the last sentence.

She played the part of the long-suffering victim to perfection.

"I’ll handle it. You get some rest."

Just as Tristan Sterling finished speaking, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Connor Grant.

He walked out of the hospital room to answer the call.

"Did you get her out?" he asked in a low voice.

"Second Master, Miss Sinclair has already been taken away."

...

When Holly Sinclair woke, the first thing she saw was a stark white ceiling.

The second was a handsome, gentle, and refined face.

She froze.

For a moment, she couldn’t tell if she was fully awake.

"Holly, you’re awake."

Brandon Sterling watched her dotingly, a smile as warm as a spring breeze on his face.

"Brandon? Is it really you... Ah!"

Holly Sinclair shot up in excitement.

But a second later, she cried out in pain and fell back.

’My whole body hurts so much!’

Her eyes reddened, and she grimaced in pain.

’I feel like there isn’t a single spot on my body that isn’t bruised.’

She had fought one against four. Though she had resisted with all her might, the four women eventually beat her to the ground.

They had punched and kicked her.

It hadn’t seemed that painful at the time, but now, the slightest movement brought tears to her eyes.

"Careful!"

Brandon Sterling quickly steadied her, his brow furrowed. "You have a lot of injuries."

"It’s fine. It won’t kill me," Holly Sinclair said with a breezy laugh.

But the more she acted like nothing was wrong, the graver Brandon Sterling’s expression became.

He stared deeply at her small face, a forced smile upon it, as emotions churned in his eyes.

"How did this happen?"

Unable to hold back any longer, he finally asked, his voice laced with heartache.

But she ignored him, her tone as cheerful as a little sparrow’s. "Brandon, when did you get back? How long are you staying this time? Oh, have you been back to the old residence? Grandfather is still recuperating abroad—"

"Holly."

The heartache in Brandon Sterling’s eyes was about to overflow.

’This is how she used to be.’

’Even though she’s faking it right now.’

She had once been a happy little princess.

Carefree, warm, and kind.

Always chattering away like a little magpie.

But since when had she developed this restrained, repressed personality?

Holly Sinclair felt herself starting to break.

She didn’t need anyone’s pity.

It would make her feel pathetic, like her life was a joke.

In his urgency, Brandon Sterling grasped her small, cold hand. "If you’ve been wronged, you can tell me. I might not be able to help much, but I can be your listener."

Holly Sinclair quickly pulled her hand back.

She laughed, her cheerfulness growing more forced. "Wronged? Why would I be wronged? I’m fine, couldn’t be better. I... I’m really... fine..."

Her voice grew quieter as she spoke.

Her eyes, which she struggled to control, quickly misted over.

’No!’

’I’m not fine!’

’I feel like I’m about to die!’

’I already gave up Tristan Sterling.’

’So why is life still so hard?!’

’Why won’t God give me a break!’

’Why does He keep putting me through so much suffering!’

"Did Tristan bully you?" Brandon Sterling’s brow furrowed even deeper.

"No..." Holly Sinclair lowered her gaze, shaking her head with a smile.

But large tears streamed down her face.

She didn’t want to cry.

But she really couldn’t help it.

When no one cared, she could swallow any amount of bitterness and exhaustion.

But in the face of someone’s concern, the grievances in her heart were magnified infinitely.

At times like these, a person becomes especially vulnerable.

"If he bullied you, tell me. I’ll teach him a lesson for you."

Brandon Sterling took her hand again.

Holly Sinclair’s heart jumped. She wanted to pull it back, but he held it too tightly.

Just then—

"And how do you plan to teach me a lesson?"

A cold voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

It was Tristan Sterling.

His gaze fell on Brandon Sterling and Holly Sinclair’s clasped hands, as frigid as arctic ice, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

Brandon Sterling turned his head.

He sighed with a hint of resignation. "So you admit to bullying Holly?"

"I’m her husband. I can bully her however I want. Is that any of your business?" Tristan Sterling strode forward, grabbed both of their wrists, and forcefully yanked them apart.

Then he looked at Brandon Sterling, his lips twisting into a deeply sarcastic sneer as he bit out each syllable, "Big. Brother."

"Brandon, I’m fine now. You should go," Holly Sinclair quickly said to Brandon Sterling, sensing the palpable tension between the two.

Brandon Sterling was the Eldest Young Master of the Sterling Family, Tristan Sterling’s older brother.

But the two brothers did not get along.

She didn’t want Brandon Sterling to be targeted by Tristan Sterling because of her.

After all, Tristan Sterling was the one at the helm of the Sterling Family now.

Brandon Sterling didn’t want to make things difficult for Holly either.

With a gentle smile, he nodded. "Alright. I’ll come see you again tomorrow."

"Don’t—"

"Get some rest."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, Brandon Sterling left the hospital room.

With Brandon Sterling’s departure, a deathly silence fell over the room.

Neither Holly Sinclair nor Tristan Sterling spoke.

After a moment—

"What did you say to him?"

In the end, it was Tristan Sterling who couldn’t hold back, standing by the hospital bed and demanding coldly.

Holly Sinclair closed her eyes, treating him like he was thin air.

Tristan Sterling was furious.

He seized her wrist, forcing the words through his teeth. "I’m talking to you!"

"Let go!"

Holly Sinclair tried her best to endure the pain, the corners of her eyes quickly turning red.

’It hurts so much!’

The man’s dark eyes narrowed dangerously. "Did you complain to him? Did you say I bullied you?"

Looking at her furious, defiant expression now, and then thinking of how she had welcomed Brandon Sterling with a smile...

Tristan Sterling’s face darkened, rage churning within him.

On the verge of breaking from the pain, Holly Sinclair twisted her wrist, trying to break free. "I said let g—AH!"

Unhappy with her resistance, he gave her a vicious tug.

She was pulled off balance and fell onto the bed, her entire body convulsing in pain.

Cold sweat instantly beaded on her forehead.

"What’s wrong?"

Startled, Tristan Sterling immediately let go.