"Father, you overthink," William said after hisughter subsided. "I gave my grandson that card as a wee gift to express my gratitude because he was born healthy and became my grandson. The amount of money in that card and the shareholding is my gift for him..."

Lewis was speechless.

Dax could only blink, looking at the card and then up at his Grandpa, confused.

"Don’t worry, Father. I don’t have a n for what you’re worrying about." William Sinir’s words paused; he almost said, "I don’t have much time to do that. Death is approaching; I will cherish my time with my grandson and my son..." He swallowed silently, trying to smile at his father, worried his father could read his thoughts.

William’s priority in hisst days was to right the wrongs he had done in the past; he no longer cared about money and power because none of that would follow him to his grave.

Lewis Sinir was relieved to hear this. However, he still thought giving Dax such a gift was too hasty.

"William, I understand your intention, but don’t you think this is too rushed? Why do I feel like you’re about to die tomorrow, and you’re giving Dax his inheritance now?" Lewis said, smiling, feeling amused by his son’s foolish act.

William Sinir felt like a lump of charcoal was burning in his throat as he heard his father’s words. How could he have guessed it right? Worrying that his father would discover the truth, he hid his concerned expression behind a forcedugh.

"Ha-Ha-Ha...father, you are so funny. Who will die tomorrow? Please—" William said yfully.

When Lewisughs with William. Tristan remains silent and cold.

Tristan knew that his father was seriously ill, and the doctor had said he could die at any moment. He clenched his teeth, held himself back, and refrained from speaking.

While Dax was still puzzled, he thought his Grandpa had permitted him to handle the market ount without supervision. But it seemed he had not.

Realizing this, Dax became afraid, considering a considerable amount of money must be inside the ount. He looked at William and waited until he finished speaking to Lewis before finally saying something.

"Thank you, Grandpa... But this is too much for me as a wee gift," Dax expressed his concern. He couldn’t ept it until his father or mother allowed him to.

Knowing that his father did not have a good rtionship with his Grandpa Will, Dax believed he would reject it immediately.

Curious to know his father’s opinion, Dax turned to see him, "Right, Daddy? This is too much for me!?"

"My dear Dax, it’s fine. Your father will allow you to ept..." William answered, looking at Tristan as if he wanted to signal him not to refuse his gift to his grandson. This is probably hisst gift for Dax.

Now that Tristan heard his son’s question, he felt very emotional. When he saw his father’s sorrowful gaze, he had no choice but to allow his son.

After trying topose himself, he gently smiled at Dax and responded, "Dax, it’s fine. You can ept it. However, you can’t use the money until you’re an adult..." Tristan said casually, but his words surprised Dax and Lewis.

Dax blinked several times just to make sure he had heard it right. It was hard for him to believe his father had epted it immediately without thinking.

Lewis Sinir also had the same surprised expression as Dax. He didn’t expect Tristan to allow his son to ept his father’s money. He remembered that from his teens until he married, Tristan never wanted to take what his parents gave him.

’Why did he suddenly let Dax ept it?’ Lewis wondered. Suspicion began to arise in his mind as he looked at Tristan and William alternately. ’Why... they look like they are hiding something from me?’

Tristan didn’t want his Grandpa and Dax to ask him again, so he immediately distracted them by discussing other matters.

They talked until, finally, William Sinir ended up having lunch and dinner at the vi and had the opportunity to meet Natalie Wright.

When William discovered that his inw had undergone top-secret surgery at their hospital, he was shocked. The surgery was so secretive that even Be’s father didn’t know about it.

William Sinir wanted to ask why they kept the surgery a secret, but he refrained from asking when he got a signal from Tristan to stop.

***

The day finally ended, and William Sinir excused himself. Although he was reluctant to leave, he couldn’t stay there too long, or his wife would be suspicious.

William walked with Tristan to his car. He could see his son was still concerned about his health. Knowing that his son still cared for him warmed him inside, and he felt grateful for that.

"Tristan, if you show those expressions before the others, they might know about my illness. And don’t worry too much about me; I’m now at the stage to ept this ordeal from God..." William paused his words when he saw his son frown.

"Well, simply put, I think this is the price I have to pay because I wasn’t a good father to you or a father-inw to Be," William continued.

Tristan was speechless when he heard his father’s words. He was genuinely worried about his father’s health. Because his people, who were now searching for the best doctor abroad, had not returned with any good news. Deep down, he still hoped that a doctor could help to cure his father.

"I’m not worried about it," Tristan replied. He couldn’t tell his father what he was doing now, afraid his father would stop him from doing that. "I just want to say, please don’te here again."

William Sinir’s step came to an abrupt halt. He looked at his son. Inside, he felt crushed, but he managed to keep a smile as he epted his son’s request not to see his grandson anymore.

Tristan frowned as he saw sadness sh through his father’s eyes.