Seeing the hatred on her face, Tristan Sterling frowned in confusion.
He also sounded rather helpless. "Why are you so hostile toward Vivian? I've told you, it's not what you think between us. Even if you're jealous, there should be a limit."
'I've told her so many times that I didn't cheat, that I never betrayed our marriage. What I feel for Vivian is just gratitude. Why doesn't she understand?'
'Why does she have to relentlessly target Vivian?'
'Is it so hard for them to just get along?'
Holly Sinclair knew Tristan Sterling all too well and saw right through him.
The corner of her lip curled into a cold sneer. "You think I'm hostile toward her? Tristan Sterling, Vivian Linton has hurt me time and time again. My hand, my brother, and my baby... again and again! Are you really so blind that you can't see it?!"
"Those were just accidents—"
"Get out!!"
Holly Sinclair couldn't take it anymore and roared with rage.
She grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it at him.
