After spending some time in Dax’s room apanying him to sleep, Be immediately returned to her own room. She needed to make a call to Tristan to share the good news.

When Be was about to call Tristan, her phone rang, and she saw his name on the screen.

"Oh my goodness! How did he know I was going to call him?"

Be immediately picks up his call.

"Hi, Tristan..." Be said as she walked towards the window and looked towards his house — coincidentally, the window faced his house.

Even though Be couldn’t see anything, only the shadow of the tree under the moonlight, she felt like she was speaking before him.

"Hi Be, I’m sorry to call you now. I worry something might happen to you because you didn’t text me as you promised..."

Be lightly pped her forehead. After returning from his house, she was mesmerized by Dax’s cuteness, causing her to forget about himpletely.

"Ugh, apologies, Tristan. Earlier, I forgot to text you."

"It’s fine. Now I feel relieved you are safe at your house."

Be smiled while shaking her head slightly. She felt odd hearing Tristan worrying too much about her as if someone was after her life.

"Well, I just talked to Dax. And he agreed to meet you tomorrow."

"Re-Really?" Tristan felt like he was on cloud nine, so happy. Finally, the moment he had wished for hade true — meeting Daxton, his son.

"Yes. So, where can we meet?"

Tristan thought for a moment. He nned to meet them at his house but worried Dax would be bored. He also considered meeting at another ce, like a theme park.

After thinking for a few seconds, he decided to meet them at his house because he needed to spend quality time with his son and Be.

"Be, how about meeting at my house? This house is near your house, so it will make it easier for you to get here," He asked, worried that Be would refuse. "—or would you prefer to meet somewhere else?"

"I guess it would be okay if we met at your house. Besides..." Be told Tristan about Dax’s request. He needed to bring hisptop, which meant he needed a desk to y with.

Tristan was shocked to hear his son already had aptop; he was not even five.

"H-He already knows how to y online games?" Tristan asked, puzzled. He thought a four-year-old boy would y with action figures or watch cartoons.

Be chuckled when she heard his shocked expression.

"You seem to forget what I told you before. Well, Dax was different from the other kids. He can read and has been interested inputers. I will not tell you now; you could see and speak to him tomorrow."

Tristan nodded. He can’t wait any longer. He was too excited.

"Alright. I will arrange for you guys to have lunch and dinner here. Is that fine?"

"Yeah... that’s fine. Just make sure you provide a room for him to take his nap—"

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No need," Be was speechless. She didn’t even need to drive there. "I will drive by myself. Besides, my Grandpa will scold you if he sees you."

Tristan silently gulped. He was aware that Isaac Donovan really hated him.

Thest time he met Isaac Donovan was when his grandfather forced him to meet him to beg forgiveness for mistreating Be.

He vividly remembers Isaac’sst words for him, "I don’t want to see your face appear in front of me again!"

Now, Tristan feels in trouble because he has ns to return to his granddaughter.

He rubbed his brows, feeling depressed remembering those moments and thinking about the harsh path he would take to get her back.

"Very well. So, what time will you guyse?" He asked.

"Maybe eleven."

"Okay. See you tomorrow, Be," Tristan said. He needed to end the call to inform Geoffrey to prepare everything. "Alright, you must be tired. Go sleep now, let’s talk again tomorrow."

Be didn’t refute. She is indeed feeling tired. Since arriving in this city, she has been busy with office matters.

She feels exhausted.

****

The next morning.

Be needs to start physical training again because she hasn’t done it since returning to this country. Now, she worries that her body will return to being as fat as before.

When she arrived at the first floor, she was surprised to see that her Grandpa had already woken up and was wearing his usual home clothes, a turtleneck green.

He was immersed in reading a book near the window with the backyard garden view.

She approaches him. "Good morning, Grandpa," When Isaac saw her, she continued. "Why do you wake up early? This is not even seven?"

Isaac smiled when he saw Be. He was surprised to see her wearing her running outfit.

"Morning, dear... You don’t seem to know!? We old people can’t sleep much. We sleep early, and we also wake up early."

"Ah, I see..." She said while trying to set her running watch.

"You will run outside or in the gym?" Isaac asked, curious to see her even wearing his windbreaker jacket.

After she sets her watch, she looks at her Grandpa again, "I will run outside. I n to run to the peak of the hill behind. Nick said the scenery there was stunning..."

"Yes, true. You should go there to see the sunrise."

Isaac feels happy to see Be now, looking so much healthier. He heard from Noora that a year after Be gave birth to Dax, she started doing physical exercise and also learned martial arts.

But looking at how skinny she was now worried him.

"Be, don’t force yourself to exercise," Isaac didn’t want her to do the extreme diet again and force herself to learn martial arts.

"It’s only five miles round trip, don’t worry, this easy for me." She chuckled. "Oh, right... I forget to tell you. I will go out with Dax today."

"Go out?" Isaac was surprised. "Where?"

"To meet Tristan..."

Suddenly, Isaac’s expression turns sour.