Holly Sinclair slowly stood up.
Everyone's eyes immediately fixed on her, full of expectation.
Including Tristan Sterling.
Even he didn't realize that he had, for some reason, grown tense.
THUD—
Holly Sinclair knelt before Grandpa.
"Holly!"
Grandpa was horrified.
His heart instantly turned to ice.
Tristan Sterling also realized what was happening, and his breathing grew hurried with panic.
"Grandpa, I want a divorce."
Under everyone's shocked gazes, Holly Sinclair, her eyes red, spoke calmly.
She had already vented all her tears and pain at the hospital.
He was no longer worth her anguish.
"I don't agree!"
Tristan Sterling roared.
CRASH!
"Shut your mouth, you bastard!"
Grandpa was seething with anger. He snatched the water glass from the bedside table and hurled it at his grandson.
But he was too weak, and his aim was off. The glass flew over his grandson's head.
Looking at the calm and resolute Holly, Grandpa was heartbroken but powerless.
