Tristan waited for her to say something, but no words left her lips. He started to worry; his wife didn’t like the idea of moving to that house.

"Are you not happy to return there?" he asked worriedly.

Tristan continued to emphasize the safety of the estateplex at their old house, which is why he wanted to relocate his family there.

The security in the area was top-notch; it was only owned by old money in the country, and only a few respectable families hadnd there.

Compared to their current ce, the security at their old house was much tighter and safer.

Recent events, primarily rted to his old enemy, haunted him. Now, with Be and Dax as the core and inseparable part of his family, he knew the person was targeting his weakness, his family; they already had information about his marriage to Be and her identity as CEO of Quantum Capital. He hoped no one could connect Be with the Donovan family in East City or about Dax.

"Of course, I like it," Be answered with a worried smile before adding, "But, Tristan, I only worry about your mother."

Be was traumatized while she still lived there. Almost every day, Jessica visited their house when Tristan was not around because their home was only about a minute’s walk away.

It didn’t matter to her if Jessica only came to talk to her nicely. However, that woman somehow came to their house to find her w, ruin her sanity, and force her to divorce Tristan.

Even though Jessica neverid a finger on her, Jessica’s verbal abuse still made her sick. Traumatized.

Tristan was relieved when he heard Be’s words. He thought she didn’t want to stay there again because that house had many sad memories.

"Be, I’m sorry to inform youte about my mother," Tristan said, trying to appear calm when telling her about what had happened to his mother recently.

"What happened to her?" Be asked curiously. Still vivid in her mind a few days ago, her mother-inw shamelessly asked her to leave Tristan. She offered her money, property, and much more if she was willing to do so.

But after the restaurant incident, Tristan never talked about his mother again, as if he thought that topic was something they should not talk about. That’s why she felt worried about asking him.

Likewise, Grandpa Lewis and her father-inw never once talked about Jessica, even though she knew Tristan would have told them.

"My father divorced her," Tristan said softly.

Be had already imagined this would happen, but she was still surprised and felt sorry for Tristan.

"I’m sorry, Tristan, for what happened to your family," she held his hand, trying tofort him.

"It’s fine, dear. She did something outrageous and beyond sensible reason. Even though I was disappointed and sorry for her, I couldn’t say anything to defend her."

Be said nothing but smiled at him lovingly.

"And now, she is staying in a secluded ce with two of her maids. My Grandpa and father also asked her never toe to this city; they only allowed her to stay there. And they also warned her never to appear before you and Dax," Tristan paused as he gently caressed her soft, cold cheek.

"So, we don’t have to worry about my mothering to visit us if we move back to our old house," he said with a smile. "Are you still reluctant to move?"

Be shook her head. "No, I’m d to return there. The scenery and the air are better than this ce," she said.

"Thank you, Be." Tristan couldn’t help but be happy. "I’m also concerned about the safety of this ce, and I worry that the incident in the restaurant might happen again since a few people already know we are staying in this area, and you are my wife."

Tristan didn’t tell her about his suspicions regarding the underground organization, the Dark Skull, who tried to dig up information about her. He worries she will be frightened.

"I agree with you, Hubby. I am also concerned about your father and Grandpa; it would be hard for them to travel here every day," Be said, turning to see William and Lewis Sinir by theke.

Be was most worried about her father-inw, whose health was getting worse every day. It would be difficult for him to visit as he would have to drive forty minutes to reach their ce.

"Alright, we will be moving in a few days, so we’ll have plenty of time to prepare for Dax’s birthday party," Tristan said excitedly. This was the first time he would celebrate his son’s birthday.

Be couldn’t help but smile at his delighted expression.

"I will follow your n, Mr. Sinir. You have my full confidence," she yfully responded.

Tristan didn’t say anything but hugged her tightly, rested his head on her neck, and inhaled her unique scent. She giggled when he kissed her neck.

Be didn’t push him away; she enjoyed sitting in hisp and watching Dax fish with his Grandpa and Great-grandpa. Seeing the three of them together made her feel warm inside.

A few momentster, Tristan’s voice interrupted Be’s thoughts.

"How are our baby twins inside? Have they been giving you trouble?" he asked with concern.

Be turned to see him again.

"I’m surprised. They behave. I’m not experiencing nausea or any other pregnancy trouble like when I carried Dax, so I feel grateful. But they trouble me with food. I need to eat every hour," she chuckled.

"Oh, really?" Tristan was relieved. "About food, is there any specific food you want?"

He had read an article about pregnant mothers who usually want to eat something unique. With his wife now pregnant, he wants nothing else but to fulfill her wishes, including any unique foods she craves.

"Nope. I’m fine with any food."

While Be and Tristan were talking about her pregnancy, suddenly, Geoffrey appeared behind Tristan and asked him for a time to speak.

Tristan could tell from Geoffrey’s expression that something was bothering him.