’He made that many calls in a few hours? Why? Does he know I’m in the hospital, and he’s worried?’ Be wondered. Her heart trembled slightly as she opened the application to read a short message from him.

[Tristan] I called you, but you didn’t pick up. Please answer, Be...

[Tristan] Be, are you alright? It’s been a few minutes, but you haven’t answered my message, and my calls haven’t been answered either.

[Tristan] Why do I feel worried about you? Did something happen? Please answer me... (Sad Emoji)

[Tristan] Be, please answer. (Worry Emoji)

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Tristan sent many other simr messages. Anyone who saw his message would’ve reached the same conclusion as Be’s. The sender has a possessive trait. Despite feeling uneasy with this possessive side of him, Be was also amused. Deep down, she felt her heart warm, knowing someone sincerely cared and worried about her.

She didn’t know how to react. Should she feel happy? Or should she be worried because this man was starting to show possessiveness, even though they were not yet husband and wife?

Be continued reading Tristan’s short messages, and when she read thest few, her eyes suddenly widened.

[Tristan] I was worried about you. Our son called me and said he couldn’t reach you, either.

[Tristan] Be, I sincerely apologize for asking Max to track your location. I know you ended up in Promise Hospital.

Be swallowed silently. At the same time, she continued to read the message from him.

[Tristan] I’m on the ne. I will fly directly to Nova City to meet you and our son.

[Tristan] I’ll be there soon... (Love Emoji)

Be’s heartbeat raced as she read Tristan’sst text. She immediately wanted to stop him, but when she looked at the time, hisst text message hade fifteen minutes before.

Her shoulders slumped.

’He must have been on the ne by now...’ she smiled wryly. She gazes out the window, praying that Tristan won’t tell Dax about her hospitalization. Or her brilliant son will be frightened.

Several times, Be took deep breaths.

...

When Be arrived at the beach house, she saw Noora and Dax pacing in front of the door. She immediately regretted texting Noora that she was on her way home, making them wait for her outside while the night wind was freezing cold.

After asking Sam to return to the beach vi, Be adjusts her expression to show a calm and rxed face before stepping out of the car. She approaches Dax, who runs toward her with a worried and curious expression.

"Baby, why are you waiting for mommy out here? It is freezing. Let’s get inside!"

Be immediately picks him up. To her surprise, Dax doesn’t refuse; instead, he gives her a ko hug by wrapping his arms around her neck and leaning his head on her shoulder. While this amuses her, she also feels sad because she realizes her son must have been very worried about her throughout the evening.

Since giving birth to her son, she had never been away without speaking to him for more than four hours. Even when she started working at Quantum Capital, Dax always stayed in touch with her through texts, video calls, or phone calls, and she never missed any of those. So she could understand Dax’s worry.

"Babby, are you worried about mommy?" She whispered in his ear, tightening her grip as she carried him inside.

"Hmmm... Mommy, I’m worried something terrible has happened to you. It’s unusual for you to ignore my calls or not call me back..." Dax’s soft voice sounded in Be’s ear.

He continued, "And I couldn’t resist waiting for you outside when Aunty said you were on your way home, Mommy."

Instantly, Be felt a mix of emotions. She felt guilty for causing her son to worry, but she was also grateful that Tristan hadn’t informed Dax that she had been admitted to the hospital.

"Miss, let me carry Dax," Noora approached Be. "You just had a very long, exhausting day. You must get some very needed rest," she continued with concern.

Be nced at Noora. "It’s okay, Noora. I already forgot my exhaustion when I carried Dax." She smiled, remembering how Dax usually would refuse if she or anyone else tried to hold him like a baby.

"Mommy... would you mind putting me down? I want to walk and hold your hand," Dax suddenly said. And his tone was calm but firm. Be sensed there was no longer any worry in his voice.

"Are you sure you don’t want Mom to carry you to the living room?" Be tries to tease him.

"Yes, please. What Aunt Noora said is true. Mother must be tired..."

Beplied with Dax’s wishes without saying anything. She felt the weight of her growing son, making her waist feel crushed.

"Okay, I know you might feel embarrassed…" Be said while ruffling his soft hair, trying to tease him. However, Dax looked at her with his adorable pout. She held back herughter, but when she met his blue eyes, she suddenly froze, reminding her of someone who was now rushing to fly here and causing her heart to beat faster again.

She tries to distract her mind from Tristan as she walks again to the living room.

"Are you okay, Be?" As she entered the living room, her grandfather and Lewis Sinir asked, concern etched on their faces.

Be greeted them with a smile. "Grandpa, Grandpa Lewis, I’m okay. While at the mining site, I discovered that my cell phone battery had died. I could only charge it while in the car on my way home. I apologize if I caused anyone to worry."

"Okay, we’re just concerned. We’re unable to get in touch with Sam either," Isaac exined.

"Hahaha," Lewisughed. "No need to apologize, Be. The important thing is that you’re back and fine," he said.

Be sat on the sofa beside Dax and nodded as they spoke.

Before she could ask about dinner, suddenly, Geoffrey entered the living room and announced that it was ready.

She excused herself to clean up first and rushed upstairs to change her clothes before joining them.