It was Tristan Sterling.
The tall, imposing man strode in and grabbed Holly Sinclair's wrist in a vise-like grip.
He roughly snatched the water hose away.
Someone quickly turned off the faucet.
Feeling like her wrist was about to be crushed, the corners of Holly Sinclair's eyes reddened with pain.
"Tris-Tristan..."
Upon seeing Tristan Sterling, Vivian Linton acted as if she'd suffered a terrible injustice, her body going limp as she collapsed to the floor.
"Vivian!"
Tristan Sterling immediately flung Holly Sinclair aside and rushed toward Vivian Linton.
Thrown off balance, Holly Sinclair staggered back two steps.
Her elbow hit the wall, and her face paled with pain.
Tristan Sterling helped Vivian Linton up, taking off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders.
"SOB... Tristan, I'm so cold..." Vivian Linton took the opportunity to fall into his arms, tears streaming down her face.
