Holly was confused. "Me? I didn't—"
"You've been married to Tristan for two years, and there's still no sign of a baby. Shouldn't you go get checked out?"
Stella Grayson cut her off before she could finish.
Holly's expression darkened.
She glanced at Tristan Sterling beside her.
He was looking at her, too.
His deep gaze was like a starry night sky—dazzling, yet complex and difficult to read.
And he clearly had no intention of coming to her defense.
Holly was rendered speechless.
'Why should she be the only one to get checked for something like this?'
"A check-up is a good idea."
But to her surprise, the old master also nodded in agreement.
Holly had no choice but to swallow her retort.
The old master finished, then turned to Tristan. "Tristan, you'll take your wife tomorrow."
Hearing this, Stella Grayson quickly chimed in, "Dad, Tristan has to work. I'll take—"
