"Do you know why my mother hates you so much?"

Suddenly, Be lost her smile, reced with the stiffness that now frames her face.

She knew the exact reason why her mother-inw despised her so much.

But how could she tell Tristan that his mother attempted to kill his Grandma? Even though she didn’t kill her directly, Jessica’s actions led to Tristan’s Grandma’s death.

Be felt torn between telling the truth or keeping silent.

She could picture that if Tristan or William Sinir knew about it, they might kick Jessica out of the family. Knowing his mother is capable of making such an evil n, and Be believes she likely did it, Tristan would undoubtedly have a broken heart.

’How could I expose that?’ Be was puzzled.

After thinking for a few more seconds, she fixed her gaze on him.

"I’m not sure why," Be decided to keep Jessica’s secret to her grave. "Maybe she hated me because I’m poor; I don’t know—" She continued when she saw him frown slightly.

Since Be knew about Jessica’s dark secret, that woman started to hate her. Jessica had plenty of ns to kick her out of the family and shield her secret.

How evil!

However, Jessica met her match because, despite her evilness, Be never swayed or feared her.

"I’m sorry, wife," Tristan said before he pulled her and embraced her tightly.

She said nothing further; she just tried to close her eyes and rest.

***

A few hours have gone by.

Be was surprised when she woke up from her nap; she didn’t see Tristan on the bed. After freshening up and tying her long hair, she walked out of the room to check on her son, but she found his bedroom also empty.

Curious to know where Tristan and Dax were, she rushed to the first floor to look for them.

However, as she descended half of the stairs, she could hear her Aunty Emma’s voice.

’Huh!? Aunty already arrived?’ She wondered while increasing her pace.

Be was surprised to know she had taken an almost three-hour-long nap. No wonder her body felt like a wooden log, stiff and heavy.

Arriving in the living room, Be saw Tristan and Dax with her mother, talking with Emma while enjoying their afternoon tea. No one looked in her direction.

"Aunty Emma," Be called her aunt. She smiled apologetically at them when they all looked at her. "I’m sorry, Aunty, I slept too long…"

Natalie smiled when she saw Be scolding Tristan. She couldn’t help but say, "Be, stop scolding my son-inw. It’s not his fault for letting you nap more. I’m the one who asked him not to wake you."

"Hahaha, you both look so adorable..." Emma couldn’t help but chime in, looking at how Be and Tristan interacted, reminding her of her youthful days.

Be felt shy upon hearing their words. For a brief moment, shepletely forgot that her mother and the others were in the room. She looked at them and smiled, then lowered her blushing face to look at Dax’s cell phone, curious to know what game he was ying.

However, before Be could see Dax’s game, Aunty Emma suddenly spoke again, which shocked her.

"My dear niece, I also stopped Tristan from waking you earlier. So, you cannot me him. Besides, don’t exhaust yourself, Be; you need to rest to ensure your pregnancy—" Emma said, holding her words when she saw Be raise her hand to stop her.

"Oh, please stop, Aunty Emma..." Be said. She had already exined this to her mother and everyone in the house, but they didn’t believe her. "I’m not pregnant. If one day I get pregnant, I will tell you myself."

Emma and Natalie exchanged nces—as if they doubted Be’s answer. It didn’t take long before Emma returned her gaze to Be and asked, "You guys want another child, right?"

"Yes, of course, Aunty. We do..." Tristan chimed in after he saw Be seemed uninterested in this conversation.

Natalie sighed, relieved. She smiled at Tristan. "Oh, thank God. We thought you guys used contraception; that’s why Be is not yet pregnant..."

"Mom, did you forget how difficult it was for me to have Dax?" Be chuckled when she saw her mother and Aunty gasp in surprise. She continued when she was about to speak. "God will give us the second child when the time is right, so there is no need to worry about it..."

"Sorry, dear..." Emma felt terrible about bringing up this topic.

Natalie also expressed her feelings and apologized to Be before she continued talking with Emma—they still had so many things to discuss.

While Dax sat between Tristan and Be, he was immersed in his game.

Be nced again at his cell phone to check what game he was ying. She was surprised to see her son ying the game from herpany.

She leaned closer to Dax and whispered, "Are you ying with Uncle Max?" She wanted to ensure he was ying with an adult she knew, not a stranger.

Dax shook his head without turning his gaze from his cell phone. "Mom, Uncle Max can’t y the game. Well, he can, but not as good as me..." Dax said, piquing Tristan’s curiosity.

He nced at his son’s game, a frown on his forehead. "I thought you always yed with Uncle Max?" Tristan asked.

Still running his finger quickly across his game, Dax answered his dad without lifting his head.

"Yes, Dad. But after ying with Uncle Gael, I no longer wanted to y with Uncle Max..." He said in his innocent tone, almost making Tristan cough.

Tristan’s raised eyebrow became more noticeable. He started to wonder, ’Is Max that bad?’

Before Tristan could ask Dax again, a vast and eye-catching golden letter suddenly covered Dax’s entire cell phone screen.

[ CONGRATULATIONS! WINNER ]

Dax typed something before he turned off his phone. He looked up to his father.

"Daddy, I prefer to y with Uncle Gael. He is a genius and created the game. He gave me so many resources and cheated to level up faster..." He grinned, feeling proud.

Tristan, "..."

Be, "..."

It looks like she needs to teach Stefan. How dare he give her son a cheat game? Gosh!