Be’s smile slowly spread across her lips, satisfied with Jessica’s response.

She ignored Jessica’s attempt to intimidate her with a piercing gaze.

Instead, Be calmly pulled out her cell phone. She ced it on the table before turning her attention back to Jessica Sinir.

"Hubby, did you hear that?" Be asked lovingly, shocking Jessica as she noticed the cell phone on the table was actually connected to her son.

’This bitch called Tristan? How dare she!’ Jessica wanted to scold Be, but she didn’t buy her words. ’This woman, she’s bluffing, right? She just wants to piss me off, right?’ she wonders.

Before Jessica could scold Be, her words got stuck in her throat when she heard Tristan’s voice through the speaker.

"Hmm, I heard everything. Thanks, my dear wife. Thank you for letting me know. See you soon—"

"Beep!"

The call ended.

Be could no longer contain her happiness. Her n to expose her evil mother-inw had seeded.

"Congrattions, madam, Mrs. Sinir. You’ve confessed to your son what you tried to hide—your evil secret!"

Be paused her words to smile at her, noticing how furious she was.

"You can’t me me, ma’am. I didn’t say anything to him; you’re the one who said it loudly, and my husband heard everything..." She chuckled, adding the fire.

Later,

Be stood up from her chair, deciding to cancel her lunch. She no longer had a reason to stay in that restaurant when Jessica Sinir was around.

Jessica looked shocked. Even her hot red lipstick couldn’t conceal her pale face.

"ARABELLA DONOVAN!" Jessica roared in anger. "I will kill you. I promise I will kill you...bitch!" She stood up, rushing after Be as she left the VIP room.

Be ignored her and walked down the corridor, but she stopped abruptly just before exiting the room when she saw Dax at the end of the corridor.

"Mommy, there you are..." Dax shouted, his innocent face lit up with a big smile as he hurried toward her, unaware of her pale expression.

’Darn it, Bryan! Why did you let Daxe in here?’ Be wanted to scold Bryan, but it was toote. She knew Jessica Sinir had already seen Dax and heard his words.

Jessica’s expression mirrored Be’s shock. She was stunned when she heard the handsome young boy call Be "Mommy."

Her knees weakened as she realized the boy resembled Tristan as a child. She lost her bnce and fell to the floor in shock.

"Oh, my goodness! Be, you..." Her voice trembled. "You have a son with Tristan? Why didn’t you tell me? Why hide it from me?"

Jessica had long suspected this possibility—that Tristan returned to Be because they had a child. But the investigator she hired never found any evidence.

She had asked Tristan about it a few times. Still, he never admitted anything, simply ignoring her whenever she brought it up. Now, she understood why Tristan insisted on returning to Be after they separated.

What shocked Jessica even more was her realization that her father-inw and husband already knew about the boy’s existence.

Her father-inw, Lewis Sinir, had never once pressured Tristan to remarry or reminded him about the family’s session, and her husband had also not mentioned it recently.

’God, am I the only one in the family who’s blind to this? How could they treat me like an outsider?’

Jessica’s heart ached. Her hand trembled as she tried to stand and approach Be and her son.

"Be, wait. Exined to me who the child—"

Be ignores Jessica. She walked quickly to Dax; she needed to get him away from this ce before Jessica did something reckless that could traumatize her son. She knew how far Jessica would go to get what she wanted.

Hurriedly, Be raised her hand to signal Dax to stop and not approach her. She also saw Noora running behind Dax with Bryan following, his expression tense.

Returning her gaze to Dax, Be noticed her son’s confused eyes. She smiled at him, trying to ease his confusion.

Just a few steps away from Dax, a hand suddenly grabbed him from another VIP room and dragged him inside.

Everything happened so fast. Shock gripped Be’s heart as she sprinted after Dax into the room.

Be’s heartbeat seemed to stop when she saw a woman with pixie-cut brown hair, wearing a ck mask, holding her son like a hostage. The woman’s other hand was holding a small, sharp dagger, pressing it near Dax’s neck.

"Move a single step, and my dagger will slit your son’s artery!" the masked woman said coldly.

Be’s steps abruptly stopped. She didn’t want to risk her son’s safety. Standing in her ce, with her heartbeat race, she felt her blood run cold as she stared at the woman threatening Dax’s life.

Bryan and Noora stood behind Be, utterly shocked.

"Ma’am, let me handle this!" Bryan whispered, trying to move forward, but Be stopped him.

"No—" Be whispered, her voice barely audible, only loud enough for Bryan to hear. "I need you to call Tristan and tell him what happened, including that his mother saw Dax."

Bryan gritted his teeth, reluctant to leave her alone in this situation. He wanted to help Dax, but he understood Be’s concerns. If they made a wrong move, the woman might really harm Dax. He had no choice but to follow her instructions and call Tristan.

Standing behind Be, Noora started to whimper, tears streaming down her face. Seeing Dax in the woman’s grip, her knees felt weak. She held onto the door frame beside her to keep from copsing, praying for God to help her young master.

Jessica also stood near the door, terrified. She covered her mouth with her trembling hand as she watched her grandson be a hostage. Her anger toward Be and her family faded, reced by fear.

A few servers and guests had be aware of what was happening. They tried to peek into the room, but Bryan and a few of his colleagues arrived to guard the area and prevent anyone from approaching or peeking at the room.