"Tristan Sterling, what are you doing? Put me down! Grandpa—"
Holly Sinclair cried out, her eyes filled with anger and worry.
"Grandpa's been sent to the ICU. No visitors are allowed for now."
Tristan Sterling cut her off, striding quickly toward the elevator while still holding her.
"Put me down! I can walk on my own!"
Holly Sinclair recoiled from his touch now, her body tense and her expression frosty.
He glanced at her, a flicker of concern rising in his heart. "You're so pale—"
"It's none of your business!" Holly Sinclair snapped.
The concern in Tristan Sterling's heart vanished in an instant.
'She can still talk back to me. Looks like I was worried for nothing.'
But he still didn't stop walking.
They entered the elevator and went down.
"Put me down!"
Furious, Holly Sinclair struggled with all her might, not caring if she fell and ended up paralyzed.
Just as she was about to fall, a startled Tristan Sterling quickly grabbed her by the waist and twisted.
