Instantly, countless questions danced in his mind.

One by one, the questions that had been swirling in his mind sincest night about the powerful and influential person who helped his daughter were answered. It was Tristan Sinir.

No wonder everything happens so fast.

The Donovan Group suddenly faced bankruptcy. The mystery of why the Dawson Group was also in a simr situation to the Donovan Group—almost bankrupt—was that Tristan Sinir was angry Bradley asked to marry Be.

Now, he hase to grasp why his father moved to the capital and lived with Be: because of Daxton.

Lucas couldn’t help but vent his anger at himself for what he had done to his daughter. He tried to avoid his grandsons’ and daughters’ gazes because he couldn’t bear to see them now. He felt like a fool. What a shame!

’God, I really deserve to be punished. How could I me Be for everything that happened to the Donovan Group? How could I force her to marry Bradley when she still married Tristan?’

He put aside all his curiosity and anger. He needed to greet his Grandson properly. He turns to look at Dax with a happy but awkward smile.

"Hi, Daxton," Lucas Donovan’s voice trembled. "Just call me Grandpa."

"Ok."

"How old are you?"

"In November, I will turn five," Daxton replied.

At first, Lucas and Dax’s conversation felt awkward. Still, they soon rxed when Dax began chatting about his favorite activities.

Be and Tristan didn’t say anything; they chatted on their phones.

She asked Tristan to take Dax to another room because she had something important to discuss with her father.

***

After Tristan took Dax to another room, Be waited for her father to say something. But a few minutes passed, and her father still said nothing. He seemed lost in thought.

Be didn’t rush to speak to him; she let him collect his thoughts for a few more minutes.

"Dad," Be called. After seeing her father’s gaze directed at her, she continued. "I hope you don’t tell anyone about Tristan and Dax."

Lucas Donovan faintly smiled while fixing his gaze on Be.

"I won’t say anything about them to anyone. Don’t worry," Lucas promised.

Knowing his daughter was still married to a powerful man like Tristan Sinir, and they even had a son, made him regret everything he did in the past.

He felt ashamed appearing in front of her and felt like this meeting was a p from God because he had refused his daughter’s request the day before.

"Thanks," Be felt relieved. At least her greedy uncle wouldn’t know about them until Tristan released the official announcement.

They both fell silent again.

Be felt like she no longer had any topics to discuss with her father. Besides, she couldn’t stay long because she had to leave for the Donovan Group soon.

Looking at her father, who was still gazing out the window with a miserable expression, Be felt sorry for him. However, as she remembered what had happened in the past, her sympathy for him slowly faded.

Somehow, Be still felt uncertain about witnessing this man change from what she remembered in the past: how he spoke, acted, and even his demeanor was utterly different. And what she saw now was still the same as the man she had met yesterday: calm and content.

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?" Be asked while ncing at her watch. She only had thirty minutes before she had to head to the Donovan Group.

Lucas felt his eyes be blurry as he held his sadness within them. His hands on hisp were tightly sped. He was too nervous to express what was on his mind right now.

"I can’t stay here long because I have to go to the office. So, you better speak now or leave..." Be said.

"Be," Lucas immediately interrupted his daughter, worried she would leave when he had something important to ask her. "Can I talk to your mother?" Suddenly, he shivered when he saw Be’s expression slowly turn sour.

"I’m sorry to ask you this, Be. But please, I need to talk to her before I can sign the divorce papers," Lucas continued.

Be was taken aback to hear that he was willing to sign. She narrowed her eyes, worried her father was trying to trick her.

"I beg you, let me talk to her onest time, even if only for a moment, please," Lucas pleaded again.

"What do you want to tell her? You can tell me," Be responded curtly.

"I want to apologize to her, and I want to do it myself. It’s fine through the phone. Please, Be, this is the first and thest time I ask you this."

Be gritted her teeth, hearing her father’s words. Although she was happy that he finally agreed to sign the divorce papers, his request was not a simple request for her to answer. She was worried that her mother’s trauma would reappear. She knew very well how hard her mother had to forget her father.

"Alright, I will try asking her. But, if she refuses, do you promise to sign!?"

Lucas had no choice.

"Yes," He answered, but deep in his heart, he eagerly hoped that Natalie would ept his request.

"Wait here!" Be said. Before she left, she looked at her father again. "May I ask you something?"

"Yes, of course..."

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"All night, your words tortured me. That’s the reason I decided to let her go."

Be was confused.

"What words?" She didn’t remember which words could make her father change his mind.

"Selfish," Lucas smiled bitterly. "I don’t want to be selfish toward you or your mother. That’s why I decided—"

She said nothing but walked to the corner to make a call.

Lucas’ eyes did not leave his daughter.

He wanted to see her expression, but Be turned her back on him, tightening his heart. His hands were still tightly clenched, waiting for Natalie’s decision.