Chapter 74

Cassandra suddenly recalled the soup Tristan drank at dinner, as well as the mysterious pouch Julia had slipped her. Could it really be what she was thinking? Her face flushed red. Tristan let out a bitter laugh, his gaze complex as he looked at her. "Soup? That was something she specifically prepared to get things going." Cassandra instantly understood, and her face turned crimson. "What? Mom… how could she do that?" Tristan released her hand, rubbing his temples as he spoke in a weary tone. "She's been wanting a grandchild for a while. You know that. I just didn't expect her to go about it this way." Hearing that, Cassandra felt even more embarrassed. She wished she could just dig a hole and disappear into it. Seeing how uncomfortable Tristan looked, she also felt a twinge of guilt. "I'm sorry. I didn't know there was anything strange in the soup. I even pushed you to drink it—" Tristan shook his head and managed a faint smile. "It's not your fault. You didn't know." Truthfull