"Wh-what surveillance footage?"
Vivian Linton's heart lurched, and she asked subconsciously.
"The footage from when you and Mrs. Sterling had your accident," Connor Grant replied, giving Vivian Linton a meaningful glance.
The color drained from Vivian Linton's face.
She looked at Tristan Sterling in disbelief, panicking inside.
Connor Grant wouldn't have retrieved the footage for no reason. It was obvious that Tristan Sterling had ordered him to do it.
'But why would he do that?'
'Does he not trust me anymore?'
Tristan Sterling took the phone that Connor Grant handed him.
"Don't watch it!"
Vivian Linton cried out in panic. She shuffled forward on her knees, clutched Tristan Sterling's pant leg, and forced a smile. "Tristan, just forget it. I already said Holly Sinclair definitely didn't do it on purpose. I won't press the issue. Let's... let's just let this go, okay?"
