The words struck Vivian Linton like a bolt of lightning.
"What did you say?"
Her face paled as she stared wide-eyed at Brandon Sterling in disbelief.
"Miss Linton, if you truly love Tristan, then give them your blessing," Brandon Sterling urged patiently, his demeanor as gentle as ever.
Intense hatred flared in Vivian Linton's eyes.
'A blessing?'
'Impossible!'
'Tristan is mine!'
'He belongs to me, Vivian Linton!'
'No one is going to take him from me!!'
"And you're happy with that?"
Vivian Linton sneered, her expression saying, 'You can't fool me.' "That little crush you have on Holly Sinclair... you think you've hidden it so well?"
Brandon Sterling remained perfectly composed, showing not the slightest hint of embarrassment or panic at being found out.
"I just want her to be happy."
He gave a faint smile, his gaze drifting toward Tristan Sterling and Holly Sinclair, who were already walking away. He added in a murmur, "Everything I do is for her own good."
