But what she received was not comfort, but a soul-crushing interrogation.
Vivian Linton lowered her eyes, her excuse already prepared. "The last time I came looking for you, I happened to run into your mother at the gate. She's the one who told me..."
After speaking, she looked up in a panic, her eyes red-rimmed as she gazed at him with a pitiful look. "Tristan, are you angry? I didn't mean anything by it, I just..."
"No."
Tristan Sterling shook his head faintly.
He walked into the house.
Vivian Linton followed close behind.
Entering the living room, Tristan Sterling sat on the sofa, his face expressionless, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"Tristan, you and Holly..."
Vivian Linton placed the breakfast on the coffee table and sat down beside him, a little nervously. After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally bit the bullet and forced out the question she had been dying to ask but never dared to. "When are you two getting a divorce?"
"What?"
