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"Hasn't he gotten himself into enough scrapes?" Angelina said with a sigh. She knew him better than

anyone else.

"I have a plan to test whether their feelings are genuine. You go ahead and mingle with the guests. I'll

take care of things in the kitchen," Beatrice suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She gently pushed

Angelina's arm, assuring her with a nod.

"Do you really have a way?" Angelina couldn't quite believe it.

"Just trust me and go. The meal will be ready soon," Beatrice said with a hint of mystery in her voice.

Angelina could just leave the kitchen.

About forty minutes later, the dining table was laden with an array of delectable dishes, with a focus on

seafood.

Hertha was summoned to sit at the table with Alaric by her side, which was a picture of a young couple

meeting the family.

Beatrice was the epitome of warmth and politeness as she served Hertha, saying, "Hertha, you must

be starving. Help yourself to plenty."

Hertha gratefully accepted the servings Beatrice offered her, along with a small bowl of soup, and said

politely, "That’s very kind of you, Mr. and Mrs. Falconer."

Beatrice nodded affectionately, then ladled another bowl of soup for Alaric.

For Hertha, it was a comforting bowl of chicken soup, and for Alaric, it was a tangy seafood bisque.

"Hertha enjoys seafood, so we’ll swap." Alaric, wincing at the fishy smell, was about to swap bowls.

But before he could act, Beatrice interjected sternly, "I made that especially for you. Drink it up. No

swapping."

Alaric's hand, poised to exchange the bowls, froze at his grandmother's unexpected severity.

Hertha interpreted this as Beatrice's special love for Alaric; the soup must be nutritious, a health

booster meant just for him. To waste it would be a shame.

She quickly laughed it off, "Go on, drink it. That's your grandma's love in a bowl. I've got my own soup

right here."

"Yes, Hertha is such a considerate girl," Beatrice said, her smile returning.

Not wanting to make a fuss over soup, Alaric downed the seafood bisque.

Watching him finish, Beatrice encouraged Hertha, "Now you, dear. We whipped this up just for you."

Hertha nodded and complied with Grandma's kindness, sipping the soup.

After enjoying more of the meal, as the evening wore on, Hertha began to feel a bit off. Her body

seemed to grow increasingly hot with sweat drenched her back. It was just too hot there.

"I should head back and take a shower to cool down a bit," she thought.

Announcing her departure, she said, "It's getting late. I should be going. I'll take my leave now, Mr. and

Mrs. Falconer."

"Oh, I couldn't possibly impose..." Hertha demurred.

Hertha found herself at a loss for words to refuse.

Alaric tugged at his tie, feeling the heat as well. His body was uncomfortably warm. "The living room is

indeed too warm. I'll go up to my room for a shower. Grandma, please look after Hertha for me."

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"Of course, go on. I'll take good care of her," Beatrice said, her smile tender and grandmotherly.

The maid arrived and announced the guest room was prepared.

"Hertha, let me show you to your room. Have a nice shower and get some rest," Beatrice suggested.