Be didn’t stay long in Dax’s room because the cute boy rested his head on the pillow and immediately fell asleep. One of the things she envied about her son was that he could sleep so fast and almost anywhere.

When Be arrived downstairs, she was surprised to see Geoffrey appear with Carlos Montana.

"Carlos, you’re here? I thought you weren’ting. Thank you foring," Be was confused to see him appear when the lunch gathering had ended an hour before.

"Hello, Be. I’m sorry I couldn’te on time. I was about to leave the hospital when suddenly I had an emergency surgery called. Well, I called Tristan earlier, but he didn’t answer my phone. He must’ve been swamped with the guests." Carlos said apologetically

"It’s okay, Carlos. Yeah, Tristan was probably busy talking with every guest. People told me it has been a while since Tristan had a soiree." Be smiled at him. "And please, Carlos. You don’t have to apologize; saving a life is paramountpared to other things. So, thank you foring even when you were quite busy saving lives at the hospital."

Carlos delightfully smiled back at her praise before asking, "By the way, Be, where’s Dax? I brought a gift for him." He pointed to the shopping bag in Geoffrey’s hand.

"I’m sorry, Carlos, but Dax had just taken his evening nap upstairs. You shouldn’t trouble yourself by bringing a gift for Dax, Carlos. You don’t have to..."

Be usually asks for gifts from Jack and Harper because they are so close to her. But for other people, she feels terrible about letting them bring something, especially if the gift is expensive.

"Hahaha, no need to be sorry, Be. The Birthday Boy must’ve been very tired after the party. This is my first time giving Dax a gift. Please don’t refuse it—it’s not expensive either. Tristan told me how you hated expensive gifts," Carlos exined.

"Alright. Only this time, I will ept. Thank you so much, Carlos," Be smiled at him. "Alright, let’s go in the hall. The other guests are still there. But, if you want to eat something, let me ask Geoffrey—"

"No need, Be. I already had myte lunch in the car. I came because I just want to meet Dax and Tristan."

Be said nothing more as she led Carlos to enter the party hall.

"Oh, wow! Tristan invited the president, Jayson Spencer, to Dax’s birthday party?" Carlos whispered to Be.

"Well, this is more like a family and friends gathering instead of a birthday party."

"Tsk! Tristan Sinir is such a big shot in this country!" Carlos shook his head and approached Tristan.

Be smiled happily as she saw her friends, Tristan’s friends, and her entire family chatting with each other.

She felt grateful to witness such a sight.

***

A weekter, after Dax’s birthday, the air in Fort City felt colder and cloudier, causing Be to go out rarely. Even though she had lived in a cold country for over five years, she still hated this season.

Be felt like her life had been moving slowlytely. She usually spent her days eating, sleeping, or working in her home office, only a few meters from her bedroom.

When the sun came out, she walked in the forest behind the house with Dax or stopped by her mother’s house, a small guest house on the forest’s edge, only a five-minute walk from the main house. Her mother had moved there four days ago after Henry flew back to East City to start working at Donovan Group.

Meanwhile, Tristan was busy with his business as the year wasing to an end. After breakfast, he would go to the office and return near dinner. This week, he had to go out of town or stay overnight twice to visitpanies in a neighboring country.

Just like today, Tristan had to fly to another city early in the morning and wouldn’t return until midnight.

Be nced at her watch. It was only ten, and there wasn’t much work for her because Harper had started her new role as acting CEO of Quantum Capital before she resigned at the end of the year, just a few weeks away.

ncing at the blue sky outside, Be decided to walk outside and bathe under the bright, warm sun.

After putting on her green puff tech jacket, Be walked out of her office and met Noora, who had emerged from Dax’s bedroom.

"Are you hungry, Young Miss?" Noora asked, hurriedly approaching Be. It was rare to see her leave the office before lunchtime.

Be shook her head.

"I’m not hungry but want to walk outside while the sun is still bright," Be responded as she walked towards the stairs.

"I see. Let me apany you..." Noora walked beside her down the stairs.

"Where is Dax?" Be asked, ncing at Noora beside her.

"Dax went straight to his grandmother’s house after his morning ss. I think Old Madam said she would make a chocte tiramisu cake for him," Noora replied.

Be silently sighed, imagining that her son could be overweight again if her mother fed him sweet treats every day.

"Are you nning to see Old Madam and Dax, Young Miss?" Noora asked.

"Hmm, if your chore is done, let’s go there together, Aunty," Be responded. She wanted to spend time with her mother and didn’t want her to feel lonely.

"I have finished my chore, Young Miss," Noora replied.

"One more thing, Aunty Noora. Please call me Be or Young Madam, not Young Miss. I think with Dax and the iing Twins, I’m too old for you to call me Young Miss. Agree?" Be politely protested as she narrowed her eyes at Noora.

Noora grinned, "Yes, yes, young madam..." She always wanted to call her like that, but every time she tried, her tongue slipped again to call her Young Miss.

"Thank you, Aunty. You are the best aunty I’ve ever had," Be said, grabbing Noora’s arm as she continued on her way to her mother’s house.