In the evening...

While Be and Tristan were chatting in bed and cuddling after finishing dinner, Be’s phone suddenly rang.

"Who’s calling you at this hour?" Tristan’s voice clearly conveyed his displeasure at someone daring to call her.

Be immediately got up and grabbed her cell phone from the nightstand. "It’s Grandpa," she answered Tristan.

She answered the phone as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Hello Grandpa, is everything alright? Why are you calling me at this hour?" Be nced at the digital clock on the nightstand; it was nine.

A sense of worry gradually crept into her heart. She was afraid that something might have happened to her Grandpa, who was currently in East City.

"Be, I’m sorry to call you thiste. But I need to meet you now. Can youe to my home now?"

Be was surprised to learn that her Grandpa had already returned. She didn’t answer immediately but turned to Tristan, sitting beside her as if seeking his permission.

Seeing him nod, she immediately returned to her Grandpa.

"Okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes, Grandpa..." She said and ended the call.

She looked at Tristan, "Grandpa has just arrived. He has something important to say to me..."

Be stood up from the bed and walked to the walk-in closet to change her nightgown.

"I’ll take you there..." Tristan said.

Be stopped her steps and turned to Tristan, who was standing behind her. She looked into Tristan’s eyes with mixed feelings. She didn’t think letting Tristan hear her conversation with Grandpa was a good idea.

She could guess that her grandfather wanted to discuss her matchmaking ns with her father’s friends.

"Why are you looking at me like that? You don’t want me to go?" Tristan put his hands on her waist and pulled her close.

"No, of course not." She smiled at him. "I am only afraid you will be annoyed when you hear our conversationter. I could guess Grandpa wanted to discuss my father’s ns."

"Ms. Sinir, I need to hear everything. How can I stay here when another man wants to steal my wife?" Tristan said as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Okay, quickly change your clothes. Don’t keep Grandpa waiting any longer."

She nods and immediately changes her clothes.

....

When Tristan and Be arrive at Isaac’s house, Nick is already waiting for them at the main entrance.

"Young Miss, Master Tristan…" Nick greeted them politely before leading them to Isaac’s study room.

"What time did you arrive, Nick?" Be asks while walking inside.

"We arrived before dinner. Actually, the Old Master wanted to call you as soon as we arrived. However, all of a sudden, he decided to wait. Old Master told me he was worried that Young Master Dax would ask toe here if he found out. That’s why he only called you now, waiting for him to sleep..."

"I see. Thank you for your update, Nick." Be could only smile upon hearing that.

Nick gently knocked on the door when they arrived at the study room.

"Pleasee in." Isaac’s faint voice could be heard from inside.

"Grandpa," Be smiled at Isaac. "I’m so happy you finally returned."

"Hahaha... Be! Did you miss me?"

"Yes, of course, I missed you, Grandpa. But... I am also mad at you. How could you return to the East without telling me?" She pouted while narrowing her eyes.

Isaac ignored his granddaughter’s annoyance and turned to see Tristan, "Tristan, you alsoe..."

Tristan greeted Isaac with a slight nod, "Yes, Grandpa..."

"Good... Good... Alright, have a seat first." Isaac asked them to join him. After seeing them sit across from him, he fixed his eyes on Tristan.

He stared at Tristan for a few seconds before he said, "Tristan, what I’m going to talk to Be probably will hurt your heart. Do you still want to stay here to hear it?"

A faint smile slowly appeared on Tristan’s lips, "Grandpa, Be is my wife. So, whatever you want to talk to her about, even if it annoys or hurts me, I will still be here to hear it."

Be feels her heart warm as she hears his words. She looks at him and smiles, gently cing her hand on hisp and patting it.

She then turns to her Grandpa, "My husband already knows what happened in East City, Grandpa. I tell him everything, so it’s fine if he hears it..."

"Good!" Isaac smiles while nodding. "You already know that your father has set you up with the owner of the Dawson group, right?" Isaac looks at Be.

"Yes, I know."

"Well, your father and uncle are in trouble now. They have received cooperation from the Dawson Group with the condition that you marry the owner of Dowson."

Isaac takes a deep breath before he continues, "And what a stupid move from your father was! He agreed to the marriage arrangement, sealing the deal with that old man to marry you. You only need to return home and sign the marriage papers for them to submit to the court."

Tristan clenches his hands tightly when he hears Isaac’s words. The information is indeed hurtful. He didn’t expect his father-inw to do that.

How could Lucas Donovan sell his daughter for a business deal?

At first, Tristan wanted to mend his rtionship with Lucas Donovan, which had been damaged years ago when Tristan found out that his parents had made a business deal with Lucas.

But hearing this was hard for him to ignore. He would continue to be upset if he thought about it. And the idea of mending his rtionship with Lucas Donovan faded from his mind.

As Tristan is drawn into his anger, Be tries to suppress hers.

She tries to remain calm as much as possible before she asks, "Grandpa, they called you back to the East because they need you to convince me?" Be asked.

"Yes, that’s their reason. But you don’t need to worry; I strongly rejected their crazy idea and told them to stop bugging me about how to deal with the Dawson Group matter. I will not get involved or get duped into getting involved!"

Isaac took a deep breath, feeling embarrassed by what his son had done.