Chapter - [ 88 ]

[ Tristan ]

“Tristan, in last sixty years, I have met many people and I know their nature. By judging your expressions and your tone, I can tell that you want to say something more. Can you enlighten me?” Grandpa again put on his glasses and rounded his way towards the huge French window with his glass of whiskey.

“I think you judged me right.” I smiled dryly, “Yes, I have to say a lot but I don’t know from where to start.”

He raised his brows, “May I know the context?” He asked.

“Yes, you do actually, Grandpa.” I said settling myself comfortably on the chair and poured some drink for myself because I needed some guts to strike our conversation.

“I thought you’d not be drinking?” He eyed my glass.

“It’d be rude if I don’t join you, Grandpa.” I replied and sipped my drink.

“Help yourself, young man. I’d love to take you to the old vinery where this particular whiskey is aged. I have been buying it from the seller for last five decades.” He said.

“You love perfection in everything, don’