Next Morning.

Early in the morning, Be put on her running outfit to get ready to exercise as usual.

As she reached the first floor, she spotted Noora walking towards the backyard, holding something in both hands.

"Did something happen outside, Noora?" she asked when she saw her rushing outside.

Noora was surprised to hear Be’s voice. She turned around, "Good morning, Miss. I have to go out to bring this tumbler for young master..."

"Huh!? Baby Dax is already awake!? But this is only six... What is he doing outside?"

Noora was a little surprised when she saw Be’s reaction. She clearly remembered telling her about this yesterday.

"Young Miss, sorry to ask. Did you read my text? I informed you about this through my text yesterday..."

Be feels bad.

Yesterday, she was too busy dealing with Andreas Corby’s matter. She rarely checked her cell phone, and it seemed like she had missed this information.

Noora smiled when she saw Be clueless.

"...Young Master Dax started his martial art today. He had already started about ten minutes outside with his senpai. Do you want to see him?"

Be said nothing else; she nodded and walked towards the back door. When they arrived at the backyard, she was surprised to see Dax and his martial arts teacher on the field.

She also saw Tristan standing near the outdoor terrace, his eyes fixed on Dax. She felt even worse for not being aware of this precious moment.

"Hi, good morning, Be..." Tristan greeted her with his spring-like smile when he saw her.

Be returned his greeting with her not-to-happy expression. She still feels terrible because she didn’te faster to see her son start her big day, first-day martial arts lesson.

Standing beside him, her eyes focus on Dax, now running on the field following his martial arts teacher.

"You should tell me about this, Tristan."

Tristan finally understands why Be appeared in such a gloomy mood. It seemed like she was unaware of their son’s big day.

"I thought you already know..." He smiled at her before following her line of sight.

Be didn’t respond to his words. She looked at Dax and then at his teacher. After a few seconds, she was suprised to see the man leading Dax.

’Why does that man look familiar?’ She mumbled while narrowing her eyes and looking at the man.

When Dax and the man finally turned around, facing in their direction, Be was shocked beyond words.

After waving and smiling at Dax, who is now looking at her, Be turns to Tristan and asks, "So, Geoffrey is our son’s martial arts teacher?"

Tristan had once mentioned to her his ns to find a martial arts teacher for their son Dax. She left the decision entirely to Tristan, as his idea was to ensure that their child was academically sound and skilled in martial arts and physics.

However, she didn’t expect him to assign Geoffrey to teach their son; she thought he would pay outsiders to teach Dax.

"Yes. There’s no one else who can teach Dax right now other than Geoffrey," Tristan said while looking at Be. "He’s an expert among experts. He only feels bored with his old life and chooses to be my butler..."

Be, "...."

’Gosh, Tristan Sinir! You must think you are so genius, and I’m an idiot. Who would believe that?’ She vented her sarcasm in her mind before saying,

"You mean he was on an undercover mission to protect you by pretending to be your butler?" Be said while squinting her eyes to try to see his sincerity.

Tristan didn’t answer her, but the meaningful smile that appeared on the corner of his lips was enough to answer Be’s question.

"Why did you assign him to your house when he would be more suited to being in your office or following you around?" Be asked. Her curiosity about Geoffrey’s identity began to bother her.

Be’s memories reel back to when she was still married to him — trying to remember when she met Geoffrey.

After a few seconds, Be finally remembered something. Geoffrey also moved into Tristan’s house as soon as she entered.

’Why did Geoffrey work as Tristan’s butler the same day I moved there?’ she wonders while staring at Tristan.

Tristan looked back at her without uttering a word. It makes her even more curious. She blinked at him, silently waiting for a response.

Before Be asked again, Tristan finally said, "Do you really want to know?"

"Yes, I need to know the background and crucial details about anybody who teaches my son."

Tristan smiles lovingly at her, saying, "Be,e back to me, and I will tell you everything..."

Be was rendered speechless.

She gave him a disdainful look and then turned her attention to Dax, ignoring the shameless man.

However, when Be saw the field, her heart was stiff; she could see Dax patting while lying on the grass. Feeling unable to hold back, she moved to run after Dax, but Tristan stopped her.

"No, Be," Tristan said gently, looking at her teary eyes. "Please respect our son’s decision. This is what he wants...he wanted to train hard."

Even though Be felt angry at Tristan for letting Dax do this kind of thing at such an early age, she couldn’t argue with him either. He’s right; This wasn’t just Tristan’s decision but also Dax’s.

Be still doesn’t understand why Dax is willing to go through this at such a young age. Whenever she asks, Dax only gives her a vague answer.

She was increasingly curious about what Tristan actually discussed with their son, which made him willing to do this physical exercise.

"Our son is strong, Be. Don’t worry about him. Besides, Geoffrey knows what he’s doing. He knows Dax’s physical limit better..."

Tristan smiled at her, trying to reassure her. But when he saw her teary eyes, it made him panic.

"Be, why are you..." Tristan’s voice trailed off when Be brushed his hand away and turned her face towards Dax again.

"I know..." She said barely audibly as she tried harder not to cry now.

Be was worried after seeing her little son working hard.

She understands the difficulty of practicing these exercises because she experienced them when taking Krav Maga and Tae Kwon Do lessons with her self-defense instructor.