Hearing William Sinir was enough to make Be’s heart hurt as if someone had just sliced it and rubbed it with salt.

Like a slow-motion video, her mind shed back to when Jessica was rude to her, humiliated her, and verbally abused her. Still, this man, William Sinir, did nothing to stop his wife. He clearly enjoyed the abuse his wife subjected her to.

Her hands tightly clenched, trying not to vent her anger in front of this man.

Be set aside her idea of giving this man an opportunity. She became resolute in her decision, ensuring he would never get a chance to be close to her or her son. Never!

After silently sighing, Be finally expressed what she wanted to say to her father-inw.

"Mr. William Sinir, I already forgive you. But I’m sorry I can’t talk to you. Not now orter. And sir, please remember to ignore me if you see me in the future."

Be stared back at him, trying to act as calmly as possible. Inwardly, she feared her act now would cause trouble for her in the future.

She continued to walk again when she saw him; he didn’t utter anything, only stared back at her.

William was surprised when he saw Be walking away. He chased after her.

"Be, please. Please, wait a moment," William Sinir shouted, trying to match her step. "Please, I beg you to stop. I still have something to talk to you about."

Worried that this man would follow her to the vi, Be had no choice but to stop. She turned to see him again. Looking at his face turning pale, he tried to release his brown tie and loosen his white shirt; she frowned.

’Why does this old man look like he’s just run a 5K marathon!?’ Be wondered, ncing at their earlier position, which was only five meters away.

William felt relieved to see Be finally stop. He took a breath before saying, "Be, thank you for your forgiveness. I am grateful for your kindness despite what happened in the past. You are truly a nice and kinddy."

Be, "..."

Now she understood where Tristan learned how to speak sweetly. ’Gosh, this old man!’

Before Be could speak, William Sinir continued, "Be, can you please allow me to meet my grandson? Please..."

Even though Be had already pictured this and tried to prepare herself to appear calm before William Sinir, she still felt her heart tighten, and her hands feel cold, holding back her worry and anger.

She feared this; Tristan’s parents would force or beg her to let them meet Daxton. Or they would forcefully take her son.

Be clenched her hands into tight fists. She was trying to keep her calm expression because she didn’t want William Sinir to know about her fears. Her worries.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Sinir... but I can’t let you meet my son!" Be firmly rejected him and ignored his disappointment.

William Sinir approached Be, reaching out to hold her hands, but he stopped when he saw her step back and avoid him.

"Please, Be. I know you hate me, but you can’t stop me from meeting my grandson. I have to meet him—"

"Father, please don’t force my wife to let you meet Dax," Tristan’s cold voice surprised William and Be.

They both turned to see Tristan approaching with a dark expression, showing his anger.

Be was utterly speechless. She blinked several times to ensure she didn’t see it wrongly — the man was her husband, Tristan.

’Huh? Why is he here? Isn’t he already on the ne?’ Be was confused, looking at him with an unmistakable frown on her forehead as if she wanted him to exin.

"T-Tristan—" Her voice trailed off when Tristan’s handnded on her shoulder and gently turned her to face him.

When Be looked up and met his calm gaze, she felt her raging heart subside. Her anger toward William Sinir no longer tormented her as it had a few seconds earlier.

"Don’t worry, my dear. Everything will be fine. I’m here," Tristan gently said, feeling his heart ache when he saw her eyes looking slightly red. "You can wait for me in the vi with our son. I will talk to him," he continued.

Be nodded while smiling at him before she walked away. She didn’t even bother to nce at William Sinir.

Tristan’s angry expression slowly returned when he saw Be finally walk away. He looked at his father, who was still standing not far from him.

"You came with Be?" William Sinir asked, confused, looking at his son suddenly appearing in this ce.

"Father," Tristan tried to hold back his irritation. "Follow me," he said, walking toward the nearest building.

A few men in ck suits also appeared near the building, opening the door for Tristan and William Sinir.

Sitting on one sofa, Tristan frowned and looked at his father opposite him.

"Son, why are you looking at me like that?" William Sinir asked. A wry smile appeared at the corner of his lips when his son’s eyes looked cold, as usual. He knew his son was angry.

"Please, Tristan, don’t me me. I identally ran into my daughter-inw here. I’m not intentionally following her," William said. He still remembered his son’s warning not to attempt to track Be’s whereabouts.

Tristan didn’t respond to his father’s words. His mind was too busy figuring out why his father suddenly appeared in this hospital. He remembered clearly his father and mother weren’t involved in their health business.

Besides, he had ensured none of his parents woulde here during his mother-inw’s surgery because he didn’t want them to encounter each other like now.

However, before his ne departed, he received a call from one of his people to inform him that they had seen his father visit this hospital.

Feeling worried that something might happen to his wife, he postponed his jet boarding time and rushed to this ce.

When he arrived, he was surprised to see his father confronting his wife.

"You can’t force my wife if she doesn’t want to speak to you, Father!" Tristan said coldly.