Dax was surprised to see Tristan with his eyes closed; it appeared as if he were asleep.

"Daddy, are you sleeping?"

Tristan was taken aback when he heard Dax’s voice nearby. He turned to see his son, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Have you finished ying with Uncle Max?" Tristan asked, gently holding Dax’s hand, his eyes locked with his son’s beaming gaze.

"Yes. Uncle Max said I can’t sit and look at the monitor for too long, so... we will rest now."

"I see. What Uncle Max said is indeed true..." Tristan nced at Max, still seated but looking in their direction. He gave him a slight nod, signaling him to take a break.

"Where’s mommy?"

Tristan felt slightly suprised hearing Dax’s question. He didn’t know where Be was at the moment; his mind was full of thoughts after she left the room.

"It seems like mommy is in her room, resting," Tristan casually replied as he stood from his seat. "Would you like to go find her?"

"Hmm, let’s go, Dad—" Dax said excitedly, eager to inform his mother about the lesson he had received from Uncle Max.

They left the room hand in hand and made their way to the living room.

They didn’t find anyone in there, only Geoffrey. He informed them that Old Donovan and Sinir had already left to return to their house.

Tristan was left speechless hearing that. How could theye here without notice and leave without even meeting him first?

"How about the young madam? Have you seen her?" Tristan asked, slightly worried that Be would return to her house after their intense conversation.

"Young madam, she is upstairs. Earlier, she said she was going to rest in her room."

"Okay. Thank you, Goeffrey... You might take a rest. I will call you if I need anything," Tristan dismissed Geoffrey and ascended to the second floor with Dax.

...

When Dax and Tristan reached the second floor, they found her in the lounge, sitting on the sofa, talking with someone on the phone.

Be immediately ended her call and stood from her seat. She gave an awkward smile at Tristan before turning to see Dax.

"How’s your lesson? Are you having fun learning with Uncle Max?"

"Yes, mommy... Let’s sit there." Dax said, pulled her mother up, and returned to the sofa.

"Be, you talk with Dax..." Tristan said when he saw them sitting. When their eyes lock on each other, he continues. "I need to check something. Will join you guyster..."

Tristan needs to return to the first floor to find Max. He needed to know about Dax’s progress.

"Okay—" Be didn’t say much because she still felt awkward talking to him.

After Be saw Tristan disappear downstairs, she looked at her son again with curious eyes, eager to know about his progress studying with Max.

"So, tell me everything—"

"Mommy, you wouldn’t believe it. Uncle Max is an expert inputers," Dax said, his eyes sparkling. "He’s very skilled and teaches me in a way I can easily understand, unlike my online teacher. Now, I’m dering Uncle Max as myputer teacher..."

"I’m so happy you finally met your new teacher, baby..." Be could only smile happily to hear him enthusiastically exin everything he had done with Max.

After a while, Dax finished exining, but suddenly, his expression turned slightly gloomy and worried.

"Baby, why do you look worried?"

"Mmm... Mommy... I want to ask you something." Dax hesitated, fearing his mother’s reaction.

"What is it?"

"Mom, can Ie here daily to y and learn in myputer room?" Dax asked.

Be was slightly surprised.

She had ns to bring Dax here only on the weekends. She couldn’t visit Tristan’s house daily; they were strangers now, not a couple as before.

However, after observing Dax’s expression, Be noticed a significant difference from his usual demeanor. His eyes shone, and his smile was broader than ever when he spoke of learning theputers with Max.

Not wanting to ruin her son’s joyous moment, Be decided not to object to anything he said.

"Baby, even though I would like to let youe here every day, you know this is your father’s house, not mine, right?"

He nodded.

"So, if you want toe here daily, you should ask your dad for permission..." That was the only answer she could give for now.

While she couldn’t stop Dax froming here daily, she needed to talk to Tristan about the best way to meet their son’s needs.

Be already had many ns for Dax to take private courses on weekdays.

She intended to assign him a few ssical music teachers and nned to getnguage andputer teachers.

But it seemed her ns might change drastically. Because now, Tristan was involved in Dax’s life.

Even though they weren’t husband and wife anymore, Be wanted to co-parent Dax with Tristan. Her son needed a father figure, and she didn’t want to rece him with someone else.

"I’ll talk to Daddyter," Dax said, yawning, his eyes teary and tired.

"It looks like my baby needs to take his nap now. Let Mommy cuddle you..." Be said as they walked to Dax’s bedroom.

****

Meanwhile, downstairs, Tristan sat with Max in the living room.

"Tell me everything. How is my son’s progress?" Tristan was curious to know.

Max didn’t hurry to exin; instead, he sighed deeply before speaking.

"Boss looks like you’re in trouble now—" He chuckled when Tristan frowned.

"Stop making me curious!" Tristan snapped.

Max silently gulped.

"Boss, I think... Young Master Dax isn’t your son. I mean, not per se. As a four-year-old child, hisputer capabilities are reaching expert levels. It almost seems unnatural, magic. And given the amazing things he could do with theputers, the only exnation I coulde up with is that I think someputer genius’s soul in the past has transmigrated into Dax’s soul..."

Tristan’s expression froze.

He gazed at Max as if he wanted to p him on the back of his head. How dare he!?

"Looks like someone just gave up their year-end bonus!?" Tristan said casually, but Max felt like a thunderbolt had struck his head.

"S-sorry, boss. I was too shocked by young master Dax. He’s born with your genius gene..." Max grinned. Then, he started to exin everything that had happened earlier to Tristan.