Is He Really Leaving Like This?

"The scene played out today was indeed directed and acted by me, but it wasn't entirely for my own selfish reasons." Cynthia, worried that the two of them might develop a rift because of this matter, patiently explained, "If I had asked you to intervene, you would have had no hesitation, but today the timing and place were not right. If you had acted, not only would you have been slandered, but the people from Freemasonry would also hold a grudge against you for it."

So, for both emotional and rational reasons, it was most appropriate for her to handle it herself.

Tristan's dark eyes never once blinked as he fixed his gaze on her, "You think I would care about that?"

"You don't." Cynthia held his hand, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with a soft glow. "But I do. The past is something I can't change, but now, I'm right here. How could I just stand by and watch as you take the blame?"