Chapter 73

Soon, Julia and Cassandra came over to the dining table. Benjamin had a business dinner and wasn't home, so it was just the three of them for dinner. When Julia saw the frown on Tristan's face and the look of distaste, she snapped, "That was made especially for you. Drink it." But Tristan didn't move. Cassandra tried to persuade him. "Mom made it just for you. You should drink it—don't let her effort go to waste." Go to waste? Tristan glanced at Cassandra, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His eyes held a trace of something unreadable as he said, "Do you really want me to drink it?" Cassandra paused, unsure why he asked that. But considering how much thought Julia had put into the soup, it would seem wrong for him not to drink it. So, she nodded seriously. "Yes." Tristan chuckled. "Don't regret it." Then he picked up the bowl, ladled out the soup, and drank it in one go. After that, they all sat down and began eating. During the meal, Julia suddenly remembered something. "Ca