Be leans closer to Kelly; she stops when it is close enough to send a chill all over this girl’s veins.

"If you have a problem,e to me. Don’t you ever try to harm my son! And because you already did that, I will dly send you to jail," Be coldly said.

After expressing her anger, Be tightened her grip with her healthy hand and threw the woman’s weak body to the floor until her face pounded the hard floor. And Be did that again several times.

The howling pain echoed in the room as Kelly started to cry again.

"Please stop, ma’am. Stop. I know I’m wrong. Please forgive me. Please," Kelly said between her tears and fears, keeping her body t on her stomach.

Ignoring Kelly’s howl of pain and pleas, Be stepped on her hand until the bone-cracking sound could be heard, followed by Kelly’s scream of pain.

After crushing Kelly’s finger’s bones, Be felt relieved but not entirely happy. The situation might not have ended as it did if Dax had not understood her instructions.

She felt grateful and fortunate because Dax had understood her instructions and done as she asked: he kicked the woman, rolled away, and moved aside.

If Tristan hadn’t suggested that she and their son take signnguage sses and learn lip-reading, she wouldn’t have known what would happen today.

"I know I’m wrong, but you’re also wrong!" the woman shouted in pain as Be kicked her again.

"I don’t know what happened to you and Andreas Corby, but you made a huge mistake; you have woken up the rage in me. And for that, I won’t allow you to escape your heavy punishment. You will stay in prison for a very long time—" Be couldn’t finish her words as she felt a hand gently touching her shoulder.

She nced over her shoulder and saw Tristan standing right behind her. Her dark expression and anger slowly faded. She tried to say something to him, but Tristan pulled her into his arms.

A few men rushed inside, took over the situation, captured Kelly, and brought her out.

Be no longer cared about what was happening around her because she felt like all her courage when facing Kelly had disappeared.

After experiencing such a scary situation, Be could feel her body trembling and her knees weak. She buried herself in Tristan’s embrace and silently cried before looking up to meet his gaze.

"Where is our son? Is he alright?" Be asked.

"He’s alright. He’s in the car with Noora," Tristan lovingly answered while wiping away the tears still rolling down her pale cheeks. "I’m sorry I came sote—" his voice slowly faded when he noticed her bleeding palm.

Tristan’s face darkened; he immediately let go of her before pulling out a handkerchief from his suit and wrapping her bleeding palms.

Be’s tears continued to fall as she watched Tristan wrap her hand; only now did she realize how much her palm had hurt. The fresh blood still flowing caused the white handkerchief to be reddened.

Before Be could say something, Tristan grabbed her and carried her out of the room. She could only lean her head on his shoulder while hiding her face from the people looking at them as they walked through the restaurant hall.

When they arrived at the front yard, Be was surprised to see an ambnce parked there with Carlos Montana waiting.

"How did you manage to call an ambnce so quickly?" she asked Tristan as he helped her enter the ambnce. Carlos sat opposite her, beginning to check her wound to stop the bleeding.

"We have facilities near this ce, and I happened to be there," Carlos answered while cleaning her wound. "When Tristan called me, I was able to get here more quickly."

"I see," Be said before clenching her teeth as Carlos put cleaning fluid on her palm and wrapped it in bandages.

The pain she felt was unbearable, but she tried not to make a sound, worried that Tristan, who was standing outside the ambnce, would get even more anxious.

After managing her pain, she looked at Tristan. She could see his expression was as gloomy as he saw her wounded hand.

"Tristan, I’m fine. This doesn’t hurt at all," Be said, smiling at him, trying to convince Tristan.

However,

Carlos’s words darkened Tristan’s face even more. His deadpan expression slowly faded, giving way to anger.

"Be, you need to get stitches. Your wound is deep and serious. I believe this will leave scars. Luckily, your varicose veins weren’t injured, or you will lose a lot of blood..." Carlos said, slowly raising his head to look at Be with concern.

"How can you block a dagger with your bare hands?" Carlos innocently asked, unaware that Tristan, standing outside the ambnce, was about to be furious. His expression grew dark to imagine what had happened inside the restaurant earlier.

"Carlos, go to the hospital now. And I don’t care how, but make sure no scar is left on my wife’s injury," Tristan calmly instructed. "You can call the best doctor who can do that. Spare no expense!"

"I will try to find the best surgeon. No worries, man," Carlos said with a smile at Tristan.

Tristan nodded and turned to Be. "Dear, I will follow the ambnce with Dax."

"No, I want Dax here.. Please bring him here. I want to meet my son now," Be begged.

Be was worried that her son would be traumatized because he had witnessed the attack on her. She needed to meet him and ensure he was not as frightened as before.

Tristan looked reluctant, but seeing Be’s eyes looking red as she held back tears, he couldn’t refuse her. He nodded and left.

A few minutester, Tristan returned with Dax in his arms.

"Mommy!" Dax’s voice shook when he saw Be sitting inside the ambnce. He hurriedly climbed into the ambnce, sat on his mother’sp, and nestled into her embrace.

"Mommy, I’m scared..." Dax said while crying.

After a long time, this was the first time Be saw her son crying again. It was enough to make her heart ache. She couldn’t hold herself back from crying, too. Her tears slowly fell as she embraced her son.