Sasha let out a derisive snort. This not-so-innocent woman was wasting her acting talents here by not being on stage. What a damn shame.
She scoffed dismissively, “There’s plenty of booze, all lined up right here. Drink all you want. Nobody’s stopping you.”
Heidi’s eyes shifted helplessly around the room, her voice pitiful, “If you all could just forgive me, I’d be willing to die for it.” She picked up her glass and knocked back another drink.
Just as she was about to continue her charade, Grandpa Wilson suddenly barked, “Enough, Sasha. She has apologized. Just for my sake, drink up, and let’s put this to bed.”
Sasha knew she’d look petty if she carried on. Without a second thought, she reached for her glass. But then, she caught a glint of calculation in Heidi’s eyes.
Sasha realized she was nearly duped by Heidi’s ploy. If she drank that glass, her secret pregnancy would be out in the open. Heidi must be using this ruse to test whether Clara was pregnant or not.
Sasha put the glass back down and said nonchalantly, “Sorry, Ms. Heidi, but I’m on my period, so I can't really drink. I accept your apology, though.”
Upon hearing this, Heidi feigned shock, “Ms. Sasha, aren’t you pregnant? How can you have periods?”
Then she clapped a hand over her mouth, feigning innocence. “Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Sasha. I forgot you can’t drink because you're with child. Let’s forget the drink. It’s not good for the baby.”
Grandpa Wilson’s face darkened instantly. He looked sharply at Sasha, “What pregnancy? What are you talking about?”
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