Seeing blood gushing from Vivian Linton's forehead, the man's face grew as cold as if the King of hell had returned.
The surrounding atmosphere instantly plunged to a freezing point.
"Tristan, it hurts so much..."
Vivian Linton leaned, frail and helpless, against Tristan Sterling's chest as tears streamed down her face.
Holly Sinclair watched the scene unfold with a cold gaze.
'Vivian Linton did it on purpose!'
'She saw Tristan Sterling arrive, so she deliberately provoked Wendy, then intentionally fell and cracked her head open.'
Although she had long given up hope regarding Tristan Sterling, seeing her husband dote on another woman in public still felt like a sharp jab to Holly Sinclair's heart.
Seeing her best friend's heartbroken expression, Wendy Wyatt felt a pang of pain in her own heart.
She clenched her fists, ready to fight, but suddenly felt a frigid, predatory gaze fixed on her.
Wendy Wyatt's expression shifted the moment she turned to look.
