"A-Aunty Emma?" Be muttered under her breath as she grabbed Tristan’s arm, too shocked to see her aunt in their house.

Worried that Aunty Emma was not the only one who hade, she looked around to check but didn’t see anyone else—only Grandpa Sinir and Aunty Noora were in the room.

Feeling relieved that her uncles and father were not there, Be looked at Tristan, who seemed calm beside her. She narrowed her eyes, suspecting he knew about Aunt Emma’s arrival, but hid it from her.

"Did you know about this?" she asked him barely audibly; only he could hear her.

Tristan lowered his gaze, looked at her, and shook his head. "No. Like you, I’m also shocked to see your aunty here..." He whispers.

She doubted it because his expression remained calm, and she saw no surprise in his eyes.

"Hubby, did my auntye with anyone?"

"No. She’se alone—" Tristan pressed his lips tightly, realizing he had answered wrongly. Damn!

Be, "..."

She knew it. This man must have known about Aunt Emma’s arrival. Be presumed he would know it nheless. His loyal butler, Geoffrey, would call him if something significant happened at the house, right?

Be silently took a deep sigh, narrowing her eyes at him.

When she saw his eyes flutter with his deadpan expression, she said, "Mr. Sinir... It seems you want to sleep on the couch. Fine! Even though I feel lonely sleeping alone, I will grant you that for a week!" She smiled miserably while patting his shoulder.

"Wh-What..."

Be was amused when she saw his calm expression fade and turn into panic mode. Holding back herughter, she released his arm and walked toward the seating area, trying to calm her emotions, looking at her aunty.

’Huh!? What happened? Did I make the wrong move?’ Tristan silently scolded himself for not telling her earlier. He thought she would be happy with this surprise.

Tristan followed her, trying toe up with a n to coax his wife. How could he return to the couch? No way!

...

Dax jumped from his seat when he saw his mother and father appear in the living room.

"Mommy…" Dax shouted, running toward them. He stopped right before his mother and held her hand before greeting his father. "Daddy!"

"My baby Dax..." Be ruffled his hair before leaning down to kiss his chubby red cheek. "Did you have fun today?" she asked, looking into his bright blue eyes.

Dax nodded.

Excitedly, he said, "Mommy, look... Look... There’s Grandaunt Emma. She just arrived with Grandpa to meet us. Come, Mom and Dad, let’s greet Grandaunt."

His excited voice made Be’s chest feel heavy as if a barbell were ced inside her, and her breath grew short.

When theyst met in the hospital, Be didn’t have time to talk to her Aunty Emma. But she still clearly remembered her aunt scolding her uncles and even her father when they all med her for divorcing Tristan and running away.

Be turned her gaze to her aunt. However, when she saw Aunty Emma already standing with teary eyes looking at her, Be instantly felt like someone had just cut an onion in front of her eyes.

Struggling to hide her teary eyes, Be turned her gaze away from Aunty Emma and looked at Tristan beside her. She leaned closer to him and whispered to take their son away from the living room; she needed to talk to her aunt first.

Tristan smiled at her and bent down, picking Dax up and carrying him in his arms.

He whispered to her, "Go talk to your aunty. I will bring Dax and Grandpa upstairs…"

"Thanks..."

Tristan nodded, then walked toward Aunty Emma. He greeted her briefly before walking out of the living room, gesturing for his Grandpa to follow them.

Dax tightened his arms around his father’s neck while looking at his mother and Grandaunt Emma, who were crying and hugging each other. He didn’t understand why he was being taken out of the room even though he still wanted to chat with all of them.

Once he could no longer see them, Dax looked at his father, who was still holding him firmly. "Daddy, why are Mommy and Grandaunt crying? Are they fighting?"

Dax’s innocent question took aback Tristan and Lewis Sinir.

"Of course not, buddy..." Tristan smiled at his son while continuing to walk to the second floor. "Mommy cried because she was so happy to finally meet your Grandaunt finally... The same with your Grandaunt; she is also happy."

...

Several minutes passed, but none of them in the family room started to speak. The only sound that could be heard was Be and Emma’s soft sobs.

Isaac sat in his chair, looking pensive. His eyes were fixed on his daughter and granddaughter. He wanted to speak several times but held back to let them express their sadness.

Since arriving in this city, Emma had been in shock. Her suspicions about Be and Tristan were finally confirmed when her father admitted they were still married and living together.

Emma was even more shocked to learn that Be and Tristan had a son.

It was hard for her to believe until her father took her to this house to meet Dax in person. Looking at Dax’s eyes, she was speechless because they were the same color as his father’s, Tristan.

Even then, Emma still didn’t fully believe it. She would only believe it if she saw Be and Tristan with her own eyes.

When Emma suddenly saw Be and Tristaning together, her tears couldn’t be stopped. She was happy because her niece was still Tristan Sinir’s wife. She had never imagined this since she had thought they had divorced five years ago.

No wonder Tristan Sinir dropped a massive financial bomb on the Dawson Group—that old geezer Bradley Caville tried to steal his wife. Gosh!

Emma felt joy and wanted tough before Bradley and her foolish brothers.

She wondered if her brothers knew about this secret; they would definitely be heart attack patients in the hospital. Especially her foolish brother, Lucas!