Be smiled faintly at Old Sinir before she wanted to answer him. She felt Dax’s small hand holding her hand.

"Mom, I need to talk to you. Please—"

Be had no choice but to nod and excuse herself to Lewis. She followed Dax to the library.

After Be closed the door behind her, she focused on Dax. She was curious why he suddenly needed to talk to her.

"Mommy, why is Mr. Lewis Sinir meeting you?"

Be was shocked to hear his question.

How on earth did Dax know about Lewis Sinir!?

"Y-You know who that old man outside!?" Be asked again to make sure she didn’t hear wrong.

"Yeah. He is Lewis Sinir, Tristan Sinir’s grandfather," Dax answered calmly. However, Be almost tripped over her own feet when she heard his words.

’He even knows his father’s name? How!?’ Be held the door behind her to ensure she stood firm while trying to hide her surprise.

"Why do you look so surprised, Mom?"

"Let’s sit down first..." Be said and walked towards the seating area. She asked Dax to sit next to her.

Be didn’t immediately ask him but calmly looked at his expression. She wanted to check whether he already knew or pretended not to know about his father’s identity. But after a few seconds, she didn’t get any clues.

"How do you know about The Sinir Family?"

"Mom, everyone knows who the Sinir family is. They are a famous family. Their faces and names appear on national television and any media in this country countless times, " he exined.

’So, he didn’t know...’ Be thought Dax already knew Tristan was his father.

"Why are you suddenly interested to know about them?" She asked.

"Because you said my father was a businessman, and he came from this country. Coincidentally, when I was reading something on my iPad, Tristan Sinir’s news appeared in several articles I read. So, yeah, I know about him quite a lot."

"And?"

Dax sighed deeply before saying, "I think that man is not my father. But, I was surprised to see his grandpa outside, and you seem to know him."

Be clenched her hands slightly before asking, "Why do you think Tristan Sinir is not your father?"

"How could Tristan Sinir be my father if he never got married?" Dax asked. He didn’t wait for her to answer his question. He turned his gaze towards the window to hide his disappointment.

Dax didn’t want his mother to see his sadness — afraid it would make her feel bad.

However, Be had already seen it. She could onlyugh bitterly in her heart; what Dax said was true. They never announced their marriage, and no one will believe if they ever married.

"Dax, can you see me?" Be said softly. When her son looked at her, she continued. "Do you want to know who your father is?"

"If you’re willing to tell me, yes," he said with an incurious expression. But in his heart, he was looking forward to this. His mother had finally told him without him asking.

"Tristan Sinir is your father, and the older man out there is Lewis Sinir, your great-grandfather—" Be paused to look at his expression. When she saw Dax’s deadpan expression, it worried her.

"I’m sorry, Dax if I told you thiste. There are so many things that make me hide this from you..." She exined more.

Dax still didn’t say anything; he just stared back at her calmly. Causing Be even more worry. She took his hand. Suddenly, her heart raced when she felt how cold his hand was.

"Dax, are you okay?" Be asked worriedly, cing her palm on his forehead to check his temperature. She felt relieved when her body temperature remained normal.

"I’m fine, mom. Don’t worry." Dax said while smiling at her.

"You already know about your father. How do you feel?" Be asked carefully while looking into his calm eyes.

"Mom, I don’t know how I feel now because there is still something I’m curious about," Dax said. "Why did the news that I read on the inte state that Tristan Sinir never married? Am I an illegitimate and unwanted child?"

Be felt heartbroken hearing his question.

"You are his son, and don’t assume he doesn’t want you. He is willing to do anything to get a child," she said honestly. Tristan is even willing to have another woman in order to have children. How could he not want Dax?? If he knew, he wouldn’t let her go.

She continued, "Why is there no media coverage of our marriage? Because we agreed not to publicize it, only our immediate family knows about our marriage."

"I see," Dax said softly.

Be was worried to see Dax’s calm attitude. Even adults show their emotions in such situations, but Dax doesn’t seem to care.

"My Son... can you tell me what you feel right now? Please, for once, express your feelings to me, huh!? I mean... all this time, you always shut down your emotions, and it makes me—" Be couldn’t continue her sentence because suddenly Dax buried himself in her arms.

"M-Momm..." His voice trembles and softs.

She hugged Dax tightly, holding back her emotions. It was the first time he hugged her without her asking.

"I love you..." Be whispered while holding back her tears. She feels blissful.

They hugged each other in silence, lost in their own thoughts.

After a while, Be heard him speak.

"I’m happy to know that I have a father," Dax’s voice sounded soft. "But, I’m also angry. Why did he divorce you? If he doesn’t want you, it means he doesn’t want me either. I hate him!"

Be was taken aback. She was slowly releasing her embrace. Then, she ced her hands on his shoulders and gently urged him to look at her.

"Dax, when your father and I decided to divorce, he didn’t know about you, neither did I. And when I found out I was pregnant, it was toote because we had already signed our divorce papers. So, don’t hate him because your father and all his family didn’t know about you."

Dax didn’t say anything but was relieved to know his father wasn’t some jerk who didn’t want him.

"But there’s something you should know. I don’t have a good rtionship with your father’s parents. They hate me," Be told him.

Dax frowned, "What about my father? Was he mean to you, too?"