The three immediately entered the house. Dax went back to his room to take a nap. Meanwhile, Be and Tristan, who were just about to go upstairs to rest, were stopped by n, Lewis Sinir’s butler.

"What’s wrong, n?" Tristan asked, sounding annoyed. He wanted to be alone with Be, but n disturbed them.

"Young Master, Old Master called you. He said there was something important he needed to discuss with you," n exined.

Tristan’s forehead furrowed as he looked at n. "Please tell Grandpa I’m a little busy right now. I have something to do. We’ll talk after lunch," he refused, even though he could see n’s worried expression. But he still ignored it because there was something important he needed to discuss with Be.

’Busy! What are you busy with?’ Standing next to Tristan, Be could only smile silently when she heard Tristan’s words.

They had a lot of free time before lunchtime, and now Be didn’t even know what she wanted to do because she suddenly changed her schedule—she didn’t go to her office. Taking a short nap looks like it would be her priority now.

"Sorry, sir. But, this is very important..." n paused as he nced at Be; he felt reluctant to tell Tristan about this matter, especially when Be was around.

Looking at n, who seemed reluctant, Tristan became suspicious about something and asked, "What is it?"

n can’t help but inform him, "It’s about your parents."

Instantly, Tristan and Be stiffened hearing that. For a moment, they exchanged nces as ifmunicating with each other through their gaze.

Tristan started to feel afraid when he saw Be’s worried gaze. He decided not to prolong this matter any longer. He needed to take care of his parents soon.

Later,

Tristan held Be’s shoulder gently before saying, "Be, can you go up first? I have to meet Grandpa..."

"Mhm, sure... go talk with Grandpa. This must be important..." She smiled faintly, trying to tell him that she was okay.

Even though he was reluctant, Tristan finally nodded, "I’ll go upstairs immediately. You take a rest first. Please don’t work..." He knew Be liked to work, but right now, he just wanted her to rest and recover her condition quickly.

Be could only respond with a smile, hearing his words. She wasn’t used to getting that much attention from other people, especially Tristan.

...

Even though he was reluctant, Tristan followed n to his grandfather’s room.

When they entered, Tristan saw his grandfather sitting in a chair at the end of the room, engrossed in the view outside.

"Sir, please..." n gestured to Tristan to continue to enter the room.

"Grandpa," Tristan greeted his grandfather, who was unaware of his presence.

"Ah, Tristan. You’vee. Sit, sit..." Lewis nced at Tristan. Then he asked n to leave the two of them. However, after n left, Lewis didn’t immediately say anything. He just stared at Tristan with his firm expression, confusing Tristan.

Tristan grew impatient because his grandpa didn’t utter anything. He ran his finger through his hair before saying, "Grandpa, my wife is waiting upstairs. We can talk tonight if you still don’t want to talk..." he suggested.

He would go upstairs and apany Be rather than be here watching his grandfather stare at him as if he wanted to p him with his gaze.

"Brat, what would you do now? Your parents know I’m here."

Tristan was surprised to hear that. However, he didn’t care because his parents didn’t know he also came to this ce. It would be troublesome if they found out because his father knew about his business trip to Singapore — his father would be suspicious about something.

"So?"

"Your father also heard that you came back suddenly from Singapore, and now they n to fly here. Because they were worried that something terrible had happened to me when they knew you flew in a rush to this ce..." Lewis exined.

"WHAT! Why are theying here?" Tristan sounded annoyed hearing about that.

This is why Tristan is reluctant to use this family vi. His parents would find out if they investigated his reasons foring here. But because he didn’t have time to buy new property near this ce, he had no choice but to use this beach house.

Before they flew here, he could only warn all the workers not to tell anyone about Be and Dax, who had alsoe to this ce.

"That’s why I called you," Lewis said, taking a deep breath before continuing, "You were too rash to fly back here. Now, they are thinking I’m sick!"

Tristan was speechless.

"Have they talked to you?" Tristan asked.

"Yes. I told them that I called you toe to this ce. I also asked them not toe," Lewis stopped while taking a deep breath. He turned his gaze out the window before continuing his sentence. "However, you know your mother, right?"

Tristan could only nod slowly. He knew his mother would still send someone to check on his grandpa.

They were silent for a moment as if busy thinking about something.

Not long after, Tristan was the first to break the silence.

"Grandpa, I’m not worried about my mother and father. But I’m worried about Be. She will still be traumatized if she has to meet them now. I don’t want my rtionship with her, which is starting to get better, to get worse again..." Tristan expressed his concern.

"I know. That’s why I need to hear your ns for dealing with them. Especially your mother?" Lewis curiously gazed at Tristan.

However, when Lewis Sinir saw Tristan keep silent, he continued, "Brat, don’t tell me you don’t have a n!? Seriously!?"

Tristan chuckled.

"Oh,e on, Grandpa. Of course, I have my own n. I’ll meet my father and mother when we return to the capital. I will tell them about my rtionship with Be and Dax."

He can’t let his parents know about Be and Dax from other people. He needs to meet with them as soon as possible and set boundaries.