The car door shut, and Tristan Sterling said bluntly.
The question, which wasn't quite a question, stunned Holly for a moment.
'Who…'
'…did it?'
'So, the car crash all those years ago wasn't an accident?'
"I don't know, and I don't want to know."
Holly was inwardly shocked, but her expression was placid. Her voice was cold, as if it had nothing to do with her.
"It was Brandon Sterling!"
Tristan Sterling said, his eyes filled with a chilling cold.
"What?" Holly's heart lurched.
'Brandon?'
'That's impossible.'
'How could someone so gentle and refined do something that would cost a life?'
'Could it be that he's just prejudiced against Brandon and is being paranoid?'
"Brandon Sterling tampered with my car!" Tristan said.
