"Y-You... You... still recognize me, Mr. Sinir?" Lucas asked, finding it hard to believe that someone like Tristan Sinir still remembered him.

"Of course, I remember you," Tristan said, suppressing augh at his father-inw’s shocked expression. "And you’re not in the wrong room, Mr. Donovan. Pleasee in. Your daughter, Be, is waiting for you inside."

Lucas’s frown deepened upon hearing Be’s presence inside.

’Why are they in the same room?’ Lucas wondered, gathering the courage to meet Tristan’s gaze. He wanted to ask, but his words betrayed him.

"Sir, are youing inside or...?" Tristan asked when he saw Lucas hadn’t moved; he only stood in ce, staring at him with a mixed expression.

"Yes... Yes..." Lucas quickly walked in, dragging his heavy and trembling legs while telling himself to calm down.

’No need to be afraid, Lucas. Tristan Sinir wouldn’t do anything to harm you. He just brought you into this room to ask about Be...’

Lucas still doubted he would see Be in this room. Maybe Tristan was surprised to see him here looking for Be, and it awakened Tristan’s curiosity about his daughter.

However, the moment Lucas entered the living room, he felt like his entire muscles betrayed him; he couldn’t move when he saw his daughter, Be, sitting on the sofa and looking at him with a calm smile.

"Be-Be... you... why are you here with Mr. Tristan Sinir?" Lucas asked.

Lucas felt another blow when he saw Tristan sitting beside his daughter. He blinked several times, looking at both of them as if trying to ensure what he saw was real.

’Why do they look so close? Tristan even holds Be’s hand and looks at her lovingly. What on earth is this? Why are they still together?’ Lucas wondered, utterly confused by the situation unfolding before his eyes.

Be held herughter when she saw her father panicked and bewildered.

"Father, why are you surprised to see us?" Be casually asked. When Lucas tried to say something, she continued, "The man beside me is Tristan Sinir. He is my husband..."

Lucas was stunned. He now fully believed he was dreaming. He had always imagined this; his daughter was still married to Tristan Sinir.

"Father, are you alright?" Be raised her voice. She had asked her father to sit a few times, but he hadn’t moved at all. Looking at her father, who seemed like a cosying mannequin, Be started to worry.

Lucas snapped out of his thoughts when he faintly heard Be’s voice.

He blinked a few times but still saw his daughter sitting beside Tristan. They were also still holding hands.

’What the hell happened here? Is this real? Are they back together?’ Lucas Donovan covered his gasp in disbelief.

"Please sit down, Father!" Be asked again.

Lucas nodded as he hurriedly settled opposite Be and Tristan. His gaze was still fixed on them as he tried to convince himself that this was real, not his imagination.

However, even though he knew it was real, he was still confused.

How could they be husband and wife again after what happened in the past?

Lucas still remembered their divorce hitting theirpany’s reputation so hard. When the Sinir Group abruptly terminated its business cooperation with the Donovan Group, ny percent of its projects stopped.

The Donovan Group suffered greatly and barely managed to survive. To this day, thepany has not regained its former glory.

And now, these two look so close again, as if they are still married. It’s hard for him to believe it.

"Be, when did you remarry to Mr. Sinir? And if I may ask, why didn’t you tell us you remarried? I mean, I…" Lucas asked when Tristan’s calm but firm voice suddenly stopped Lucas’s words.

"Mr. Donovan, I’m sorry to interrupt you. Be and I never got divorced," replied Tristan.

"Still married? Wait... have I lost my memory, or am I dreaming?" Lucas said, pinching his forehead. When he felt the ache, he narrowed his eyes on them.

"Weren’t you two divorced five years ago? I mean, I clearly remembered Be was separated from you. Or am I wrong?" he asked, confused.

"Indeed. But we never finalized the divorce. I…never submitted the divorce papers. Sorry, Father. I can’t exin the reason. But we are real; the man beside me is Tristan Sinir, mywful husband," Be exined.

"What? Owh, you are not kidding, right?" Lucas still thought this was all a joke. When he saw they both remained silent, he continued,

"Alright, I’m sorry. I believe you. But would you mind exining what happened in thest five years? Why did your family suddenly say you were both divorced? They even cut a business cooperation we already signed!?" Lucas Donovan’s eyes fixed on Tristan.

Tristan exchanged nces with Be for a moment. He wanted to exin to Lucas what happened in the past, but when he saw Be reluctant to do so, he took his cell phone and texted Dax toe out. He needed to distract Lucas Donovan to stop him from asking further questions.

"Hahaha, I know you guys are kidding. There’s no way you’re still married because—" Lucas Donovan’s sentence stopped when he heard a child’s voice from behind him. He turned to look and froze.

"Dad, Mom..." Dax walked toward his parents with tiny steps, asionally ncing at the old man before them.

"Dax..." Be’s eyes beamed. Her smile grew wider as she pulled her son to sit between her and Tristan.

"Dax, this is my father, your grandpa—"

"Grandpa Lucas?"

"Hmm," Be felt amused, looking at her son acting. He seemed so natural.

"Oh, I heard a lot about Grandpa Lucas from Grandma," Dax said in his adorable voice as he looked at Lucas again. "Hello, I’m Daxton Donovan Sinir," he greeted Lucas politely. "It’s nice to meet you, Grandpa Lucas."

Lucas’s hand trembled; he was utterly shocked.

Seeing how handsome and innocent the little boy in front of him was enough to make his eyes sting, holding back his emotion upon realizing this little man before him was his grandson.