"Hi, It’s been a while, Be." Tristan’s enchanting voice came from the other end. Causing Be to hold her cell phone tightly. "How are you?"

"What do you want?" She said coldly.

Tristan’s smile slowly turned wry when he heard her cold response. "Can we meet? There’s something I need to talk to you..."

Be didn’t say anything.

"I know about our son. We need to talk about him, Be," he said calmly, though his heart felt hardened as he waited for her answer.

Be was shocked to hear his words. Countless questions now fill her mind: How could he know about Dax? Did Grandpa Sinir tell him?

Despite her shock, Be couldn’t find the words to respond. She just stood where she was while holding her cell phone tightly.

"Please give me a time and ce. I’lle to you," he said patiently. "If you need more time, just let me know when you’re willing to meet."

"I can’t right now. I have so much to do. I’ll let you knowter," Be said, ending the call. She could feel her knees weakening after she hung up the phone.

After speaking with Tristan, she didn’t immediately enter the house. Instead, she tried to calm her upset heart and mind first. Be didn’t want her grandpa and Dax to see her gloomy expression now and worry about her, especially Dax.

Later, she finally walked inside the house.

She saw Grandpa and Dax still sitting in the living room as if they were waiting for her.

Trying to hide her anxiety about meeting Tristan behind her warm smile, she joined them in the seating area.

"Dax, do you like this house?" Be asked in a cheerful tone as she sat next to Dax. Her smile grew wider as she watched him munching his chocte cake, his eyes blinking at her.

"M-Mom—" Dax couldn’t finish his words, his mouth still full of cake.

"Ugh, sorry baby..." Be chuckled, finding him adorable. "You can finish your cake first, then talk..." She gently ruffled his smooth ck hair.

After Dax finished his cake and drank his milk, he finally responded to Be, "Yes, Mommy. This house is huge, and the backyard is also spacious. There’s a swimming pool there too. And, look... Look... at the sea view.

It’s wonderful. I want to go there, mommy."

Be felt emotional seeing her son so happy. She stared at Dax for a while, mesmerized by his cuteness. Just looking at him was enough to calm her mind, and for a brief moment, she forgot about Tristan.

"Mommy, d you like this ce. We can go to the beachter. But for now, let’s check our room upstairs..." She said and excused herself to her grandpa.

Be already knew from her grandpa that she would upy the entire second floor while he would stay on the first floor.

...

After apanying Dax to his new room and helping him settle, Be finally had time to settle into her own room.

When she entered, Be was surprised to see Noora still there, unpacking her suitcase.

She walked to the walk-in closet and smiled, looking at the empty colossal room. She didn’t have much stuff.

The clothes and essories there were almost everything she had brought to Sweden several years ago.

She realized she needed to go shopping to buy a few formal clothes. She would need them as she was starting work tomorrow.

"Young miss, you only have a few clothes. Looks like you need to go shopping," Noora said, ncing at Be.

"You read my mind, Aunty." Be chuckled. "Well, yes... I n to go shoppingter. How about Dax? Does he need new clothes?" She asked, standing near the end of the room and gazing at the scenery outside.

There’s a huge French window with a hill view. She could see greenery in the hills. The temperature in this area was warmer than the East City. The snow had melted, and spring seemed to be approaching faster.

"Of course, he needs a lot of new clothes, miss. Gosh... Young master has gained weight recently—" Noora exined what Dax needed.

"Okay, I’ll set the time," Be said quietly, leaving the room.

Her mind filled with images of Tristan again, and her mood darkened again.

She had promised to text him but hadn’t sent a message. Now, she could only stare at her phone but dared not type anything.

...

Standing near the ss window, Be looked pensive, causing Noora, who had juste out from the walk-in closet, to be worried when she saw her expression.

"Young miss, is something bothering you?" Noora’s voice startled Be.

She smiled at Noora before answering, "No. I’m fine. Nothing bothers me. Aunty, you can take a rest, too. I will take care of everything here."

Noora didn’t leave the room right away because she knew Be was hiding something.

"Miss, I have known you since you were a child, and I can see you are not telling the truth now..."

"Oh, please, Noora..." Be chuckled, unable to hide anything from her. She walked to the sofa and gestured for Noora to join her.

Be took a deep breath before saying, "You are so right. Something troubles me now."

Noora started to worry, hearing the gloomy tone in Be’s voice.

She still remembered Be’s vulnerable side when they moved to Sweden. She recalled the most challenging part of moving to a foreign country — the first and second years were tough without any friends or family there, unable to contact anyone outside. Only in the third year did Be begin to improve and enjoy her life there. She started to open up to her friends and contact her grandpa again.

However, Noora sensed that since returning to their home country, Be had started to show signs of uneasiness and worry again through her gaze.

Several times, Noora had wanted to ask, but they never had much alone time as Dax was always around.

Today, however, Noora couldn’t hold it anymore. She had to ask, fearing Be might keep it to herself, which wouldn’t be good for her mental health.

"You can share with me. Maybe it will lessen your worry," Noora said sincerely.

"Tristan asked to meet…"