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

"Tristan Sterling, what are you doing? Put me down! Grandpa—"

Holly Sinclair cried out, her eyes filled with anger and worry.

"Grandpa’s been sent to the ICU. No visitors are allowed for now."

Tristan Sterling cut her off, striding quickly toward the elevator while still holding her.

"Put me down! I can walk on my own!"

Holly Sinclair recoiled from his touch now, her body tense and her expression frosty.

He glanced at her, a flicker of concern rising in his heart. "You’re so pale—"

"It’s none of your business!" Holly Sinclair snapped.

The concern in Tristan Sterling’s heart vanished in an instant.

’She can still talk back to me. Looks like I was worried for nothing.’

But he still didn’t stop walking.

They entered the elevator and went down.

"Put me down!"

Furious, Holly Sinclair struggled with all her might, not caring if she fell and ended up paralyzed.

Just as she was about to fall, a startled Tristan Sterling quickly grabbed her by the waist and twisted.

The princess carry instantly became a bear hug.

’Good thing she’s wearing pants today, otherwise this position...’

"Holly Sinclair, don’t be so ungrateful!"

he chided, smacking her hard on the bottom.

Before, whenever he slapped her like that, she would blush beet-red with embarrassment.

And she’d no longer be able to stay angry at him.

But today’s Holly Sinclair didn’t blush. In fact, her gaze only grew colder.

Tristan Sterling ignored her mood, carried her out of the elevator just like that, and headed straight for the infirmary.

"Get her on a nutrient drip."

Ignoring the suggestive glances cast their way from all around, he placed her on a hospital bed and spoke to the nurse.

The nurse was momentarily stunned by the sight of such a handsome couple. It wasn’t until Tristan Sterling spoke that she nodded hastily, her cheeks flushing. "Right, of course."

"I don’t need it!"

Holly Sinclair refused angrily.

Tristan Sterling looked at her coldly, his voice low as he warned, "Don’t force me to use extreme measures!"

’If she keeps being so difficult, I don’t mind tying her up.’

Holly Sinclair felt dizzy; she really was a bit weak. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

’Forget it.’

’There’s no need to fight him at my body’s expense.’

Holly Sinclair said no more, closing her eyes and feigning sleep.

’I don’t want to look at him.’

The nurse skillfully set up her IV drip.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. It was a call from Vivian Linton.

Tristan Sterling glanced at his phone, then at Holly Sinclair, who was lying on the bed with a "keep out" expression on her face.

’If I answer the phone here, she’ll know it’s Vivian and get jealous and angry again.’

Tristan Sterling walked out of the infirmary.

After stepping out, just as he was about to answer the call, he saw Brandon Sterling hurrying toward him with a worried and anxious look on his face.

"Tristan, Holly is—"

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Tristan Sterling cut him off coldly before Brandon Sterling could finish.

His handsome face was grim, a cold glint in his eyes.

Receiving Tristan Sterling’s harsh gaze, Brandon Sterling sighed helplessly. "Tristan, don’t misunderstand. I’m just worried about her..."

"I’m not dead yet. Is it your turn to be worried?"

Tristan Sterling sneered, his lips twisting into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Every word was like ice.

The atmosphere grew tense and oppressive, filled with hostility.

The gentle expression on Brandon Sterling’s face began to crack, piece by piece.

He frowned, his expression more serious than ever before. "Tristan, Holly is a good girl. If you don’t cherish her..."

"Then what?" Tristan Sterling laughed.

But his eyes were utterly cold.

"Someone else will," Brandon Sterling said in a low voice.

"Hah! You?" Tristan Sterling laughed out loud, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Are you even worthy?"

Brandon Sterling pressed his lips together and said nothing.

Tristan Sterling elegantly flicked a piece of non-existent dust from his clothes. When he looked up again, his deep, dark eyes were fierce, like a bloodthirsty beast’s. "She is mine! She can only ever be mine!"

But Brandon Sterling just smiled faintly and said, "But no one will wait in the same spot for you forever."

Tristan Sterling’s fingers tightened slightly.

Thinking of Holly Sinclair’s recent attitude toward him, a strange feeling stirred deep inside him.

’She won’t wait in the same spot for me?’

’But she loves me so much. Would she really be willing to leave me?’

’Impossible!’

’I treated her so coldly before, yet she still loved me as much as ever.’

’So she’s just angry.’

’I just need to coax her a little.’

Tristan Sterling successfully reassured himself.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted to the space behind Brandon Sterling, and a cold, inscrutable smile played on his lips.

"My business with Holly Sinclair is none of your concern. With all this free time you have, you should worry about yourself!"

"What do you mean?" Brandon Sterling asked, confused.

As soon as he spoke, a cold voice sounded from behind him—

"Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Brandon Sterling?"

Brandon Sterling instinctively turned around to see several police officers in uniform.

"I am. What is this about?" Brandon Sterling frowned in confusion.

The lead officer said, "We’ve received a report that you’ve been leaking commercial secrets. Please come with us to assist in the investigation."

Brandon Sterling instinctively refuted, "I didn’t—"

"Whether you did or not isn’t up to you to decide. Please come with us," the officer interrupted, speaking in a strictly professional tone.

Brandon Sterling had no choice but to go with the police.

Tristan Sterling stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the scene with cold eyes.

"Wait!"

Hearing the commotion, Holly Sinclair pulled out her IV needle and rushed out.

She ran toward Brandon Sterling.

As she passed Tristan Sterling, he reached out with a cold expression to grab her.

But she violently shook his hand away.

Tristan Sterling’s face turned to iron.

"What’s wrong, Brandon? What’s happening?"

Holly Sinclair’s brow furrowed as she asked with worry and urgency.

Brandon Sterling glanced at Tristan Sterling.

Then he forced a smile. "It’s nothing."

Holly Sinclair took in his glance and instinctively turned to look at Tristan Sterling.

She saw him with a cold smirk on his face, looking as if Brandon deserved it...

"On what grounds are you arresting him?"

Holly Sinclair turned back to the police, questioning them urgently.

"Mr. Brandon Sterling is suspected of being involved in a commercial crime. We need to ask him to come with us to assist the investigation," the officer replied patiently.

"Impossible! He’s not that kind of person!"

Holly Sinclair shook her head in denial without a second thought.

The Brandon she knew was gentle and refined, humble and ambitious; he would never do anything to break the law.

Seeing her so firmly vouch for Brandon Sterling’s character, a sinister curve formed on Tristan Sterling’s lips.

"Holly, I didn’t do it. An innocent man has nothing to fear. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine," Brandon Sterling said with a frank expression.

"Mhm!"

Holly Sinclair nodded forcefully, showing her trust in him.

Soon, Brandon Sterling was led away by the police.

"Was it you?!"

Holly Sinclair whipped her head around, glaring viciously at Tristan Sterling.

She had understood the look Brandon had given him just now.

’He was the one who framed Brandon!’

’Brandon was thinking of their family ties, so he didn’t expose him.’

’But what about him?!’

’He targets Brandon at every turn, with no regard for their bond as brothers.’

"Hah."

An irrepressible, cold laugh escaped Tristan Sterling.

And that laugh completely ignited the rage deep inside Holly Sinclair.

She rushed in front of him, her eyes bloodshot, and screamed at him, nearly hysterical. "Tristan Sterling, if you have a problem, you come at me! Leave Brandon alone!"

Connor Grant, who had just settled the old master and rushed over, heard this and said instinctively, "Ma’am, actually..."