After walking Tristan to the front yard and watching his car vanish from her sight, Be returned to the house to look for her son.

She hadn’t seen him since they had breakfast.

Just before heading to Dax’s bedroom, Be saw Geoffrey appear from the kitchen.

"Geoffrey, have you seen Dax?" Be asked.

"Young master? He is in hisputer room with Mr. Gael," Geoffrey answered. "Do you want me to call him, ma’am?"

Be halted her steps before climbing the stairs. She smiles at him, "Thank you, Geoffrey, but there’s no need. You can continue your work. I will check on him myself now."

"Yes, ma’am," Geoffrey nodded and headed to the living room.

Be opened theputer room door in silence. She didn’t want to distract them, curious to know what they were doing.

She saw them staring at theputer screen with headphones in their ears.

’Gosh! It’s only nine, and they’ve already started theirputer session?’

A faint smile slowly appeared on Be’s lips. She was happy for her son because today was his first-day learning advanced coding from Stefan, who happened to move here, too, when she decided to work from home.

Stefan now used one of the guest rooms and her son’sputer room as his workspace. While he helped her with work, he also taught Dax.

As for Max, her son’s former teacher, he no longer taught Dax because he was too busy assisting Tristan.

Be stood in the corner, waiting to greet them both. However, seeing their seriousness, she decided not to bother them.

She left the room quietly and looked for Noora, surprised to find her busy in the dry kitchen, filling the fridge with fresh food.

"Young miss, why are you here?" Noora paused as she noticed Be approaching her. She nced at the clock on the wall. It was only nine. "Are you hungry again!? I can cook something warm for you."

Noora was suspicious because Be had always requested snacks or fruit between her main meals in the past few days.

"I’m not hungry, but I just want to ask you something," Be said while sitting on the chair at the kitchen ind.

"What is it?" Noora approached Be and offered her a bowl of clean grapes and berries she had just washed.

"Thanks," Be said without refusing. She instantly felt the sourness in her mouth as she looked at how shiny the grapes and blueberries were. She chewed a few green grapes. Instantly, the sweetness spread in her mouth, making her unable to stop eating and forget about her question to Noora. "Ugh, these grapes are so delicious! This blueberry, too..."

Noora frowned as a slight crease slowly appeared on her forehead. Her suspicions became apparent. However, she didn’t say anything, knowing that her young Miss might be angry at her if she asked about her pregnancy.

"What is it, Young Miss?" Noora asked again.

Be paused for a moment, putting the grapes into her mouth. She looked at Noora.

"How about my mother’s house? Is it ready for Henry to live there?"

"Yes. I already cleaned the room he will use," Noora said, exining that she had emptied the room she used to live in and had returned to the main house.

"Thank you, Aunty, and sorry to trouble you again," Be faintly said. "I know you used to stay there because you shared the same hobby with my mom."

"I’m not feeling troubled, Miss. And don’t worry about me. Even though I stay here in the main house, I will go there to watch dramas with your mother and cook for them every day." Noora smiled.

"You are my angel, Aunty Noora," Be gave her aunt a thumbs up.

Be never stopped being grateful to Aunty Noora. She had done so much for her and her family since the day she worked for her.

Since returning to the country, Be didn’t want Noora to be alone forever, caring only for her and her family. She hoped to see Noora start her own family as well.

But how could that happen if Noora never left the house and was always by her side?

More than a few times, Be has tried encouraging Noora to visit her distant family in the countryside. She hopes Aunty Noora might meet some friends there. Still, Noora always refuses, iming she has no friends left.

Now, Noora’s only social interaction was with the workers in their household. Be had someone in mind for Noora, but each time she brought up the topic with her, Noora would quickly change the subject.

"Aunty," Be called out to Noora as she saw her fill the fridge again. "How is your rtionship with Nick—" Her words stopped when she noticed Noora raising her hand to stop her.

"Oh, please, not again, young Miss. Please stop asking me about him. There is nothing between us. We’re family, alright!" Noora said before ignoring Be and focusing on cing a few cakes in the fridge.

Be smiled while shaking her head. She had teased Noora a few times about marrying Nick because they had worked together for a long time and knew each other well.

However, Noora always avoided the topic and stopped her. Noora always said she only saw Nick as a friend, just like her siblings; she had no romantic feelings for him.

Be didn’t believe Noora. Instead, she never stopped praying that Noora and Nick would someday be a family.

"Aunty Noora, stop saying that. If the goddess of love heard it, she might be offended and send a cupid between you both, and in the end, you will marry him, love him forever..." Be giggled when she saw Noora ring at her.

"Young Miss—"

Noora opened her mouth, but her sentence stopped at the tip of her tongue when Be said, "Oh...my...GOD...Aunty Noora, you are blushing. You like him, right?"

"Miss, I’m busy now. Go back to work. You’re supposed to work now, right? Do you want more grapes? Or cakes?" Noora said, ignoring Be, who was still trying to tease her.

"Alright, I will go now..." Be said after taking another new bowl of grapes. She headed to the new home office that Tristan was setting up for her inside the library on the first floor.