Chapter 95

Cassandra's lips curved slightly, though her eyes remained ice-cold. In her usual gentle voice, she said, "Greg, you're so good to me." She knew he only pretended to care, all the while exploiting her ruthlessly. Gregory had called to have food delivered, but she insisted on finishing the nutritious meals for the young children herself. She had failed to be there for them as a mother for so long, and now she seized every chance to show them a mother's love. Surprisingly, he didn't stop her. By the time Cassandra's nutritious soup was halfway done simmering, two star chefs personally delivered the meal Gregory had ordered. "Cass, these are all your favorite dishes," he said thoughtfully. She glanced at them indifferently. These weren't her favorites; they were his. Her old self would have always put his preferences before her own, but not anymore. Still, she didn't bother correcting him. After all, they wouldn't be sharing any more meals together. The two sat at the table to eat