Back then, Be was puzzled that Laura still had the money to settle all the damages from the contract, including the payment to Jessica Sinir’s jewelrypany. She also paid Ster Entertainment for the money she used for personal matters.

    "Actually, Marco is the one who helped her out of all that mess. Laura Kiels has been staying at his vi since she left her apartment. And a few days before she died in prison, a man visited her. I believe that was Marco in disguise."

    Be was utterly shocked.

    Now, everything has be clear to her. It made sense why Dark Skull was interested in her right after she took over Quantum Capital; it was because Laura Kiels wanted to know about her. Not because that man was Tristan’s mortal enemy.

    She never expected Mad Dog A.K.A Marco, the leader of Dark Skull, to be Laura Kiels’s fiance.

    ***

    The funeral day.

    The sun shone brightly that day, and the air felt warm as William Sinir was finally buried in the family cemetery next to his mother’s tomb.

    Only close family members were present at the Sinir family funeral.

    The funeral was deliberately kept very simple because William wanted to rest in peace without bothering other people toe to hisst home.

    The family left the location individually after the short and solemn funeral ceremony. The only ones left were Tristan and Be—even Dax had returned earlier with his grandmother, Noora, and Geoffrey guarding them.

    Although the burial location was on the Sinir family’snd, several guards seemed to be in a safe area not far from them.

    Be and Tristan were still sitting in silence under the shade. She let Tristan sink into his thoughts; she knew her husband needed to say something to his father.

    She was also busy remembering William Sinir’s kindness in the past, but she couldn’t remember anything. She only remembered the good memories with him when she finally forgot him a few months ago.

    Be felt sad like everyone else. The strange thing was that she also felt sorry for some unknown reason. But she would guess the feeling mighte from her past rtionship with William, which was far from good.

    Before long,

    Tristan’s voice broke the silence of the ce.

    "Thank you, Be..." His voice sounded shaking, and he looked at their entangled hands.

    Be looked at him, a thin line slowly appearing on her forehead. "Thank me? For what...?" she asked, puzzled.

    Tristan turned to her with a faint smile. "Because you forgave my father before he died. It made him extremely happy to face his death when he received your forgiveness."

    Hearing his words was enough to blur Be’s eyes. Unable to hold back her tears again, she let them fall before expressing her thoughts.

    "Please don’t make me remember those times," she said between sobs. "I feel hurt again because of those bad things that happened in the past. You know what, Tristan? If only nothing had happened between me and your mother, I might have many good memories with your father."

    Tristan said nothing but wiped away her tears, finally allowing himself to cry for the first time in front of his wife.

    Be’s sobs get louder.

    "Now I regret why I didn’t tell you about your mother sooner. Why did I keep that to myself for so long?" She wanted to say that, but those words stuck in her throat.

    "Alright, don’t cry again. No need to remember those things," He leaned closer and kissed her wet eyes before continuing his words. "Father feels relieved and happy when death takes him. Even in hisst breath, he makes sure I will never hurt you again."

    Be finally could stop her tears; she tried to smile, hearing Tristan’s words, "If you hurt me, I will break your legs, Tristan Sinir. Never think about it, even in your dreams!"

    Tristan smiled, looking at her teasing smile.

    "You won’t have the chance to break my leg, my love. I will never hurt you. I promise you," Tristan sincerely said while staring at her teary eyes. "I love you so much!"

    "Hmm, I will keep that promise, Mr. Tristan Sinir," Be smiled when she saw him finally not as gloomy as before. His smile could now reach his eyes again.

    Be and Tristan stayed there, talking about many things. They both seemed to want to discuss anything good about William Sinir.

    However, not long after, Reid approached Tristan with a stiff expression.

    "Boss..." Reid leaned closer and whispered something.

    Suddenly, Tristan’s facial expression hardened, causing Be to be worried when she noticed the change. Tristan whispered something to Reid, but Be couldn’t hear what was said.

    Her curiosity grew, and she started to worry that something had happened in their family, thinking about Mad Dog.

    After Reid walked away, Be couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong, Tristan? Is there a problem?" with a worried expression.

    Tristan’s smile widened as he warmly held her hand and stood up.

    "My wife, the temperature in this area is dropping. We should head back now," Tristan calmly said, ignoring her worried question.

    Be sensed something terrible had happened, and Tristan was eager to leave the cemetery quickly. Sensing danger, she didn’t press for more details and followed Tristan to the ck Maybach parked a few meters from William’s tomb.

    The car promptly exited the cemetery, followed by three SUVs, intensifying Be’s unease.

    As their car crossed the highway, Be asked, "Tristan, can you exin why we must leave in such a hurry?"

    Tristan gently stroked Be’s hand on hisp with his thumb. He was hesitant to tell her, but as he looked into her pleading gaze, he could no longer keep it to himself.

    "Someone asked to see Father for thest time, so we should leave," he said.

    His vague response left Be even more confused. "Someone?" she asked.

    As Be tried to make sense of it, a face suddenly came to her mind, freezing her in ce.

    "Hmm..."

    "Your mother?" Be asked.

    He nodded.

    "I allowed her to see my father onest time as her punishment. I know she loved my father so much, and now that my father is no longer alive, she must be devastated," Tristan exined.

    Be says nothing but feels sorry for him, having such a mother.

    "My father wanted me to forgive my mother, but how could I do that after what she did to you? To my granny—" Tristan’s voice trailed off. He felt like he couldn’t continue his sentence.

    "Tristan, there’s no need to exin. I understand," Be said as she held Tristan’s hand tighter to strengthen his broken heart.