Be felt drowsy after finishing her chocte bar and a milk box. She looked at the bed several times to see if her father-inw was awake, but there was no sign that he had moved.

She didn’t see Daniel or Geoffrey enter the room either; they were still busy outside or waiting for Tristan and Lewis’s arrival.

Not long after, Be could hear a few pairs of feet rushing to the room from the door. She immediately stood up, wondering if it must be Tristan.

But Be’s step halted when she saw that it was not Tristan but Lewis Sinir, a doctor, and two male nurses entering the room. n and Geoffrey followed them behind but stopped near the door.

Be didn’t immediately greet Lewis Sinir; she let him see William’s condition. She walked to Geoffrey and stood beside him.

"Any news from Tristan?" she whispered, not wanting Lewis to notice her and distract the doctor, who exined William’s condition.

"Ma’am, Master Tristan has just arrived. He is on the elevator heading to this floor," Geoffrey answered her in his low tone.

"Thank you, Geoffrey," Be responded and left the bedroom. She walked to the door, wanting to meet Tristan. She could feel Geoffrey now following her outside, but she didn’t bother to stop him.

Half-running, she finally saw her husband out of the elevator with a few of his assistants and guards. Her heart raced when she saw him smile at her, yet she could still see the sadness and fear radiating from his eyes.

Be ran after him, closing the distance between them, and threw herself into his warm embrace.

"Tristan," Be said softly,ying her head on his sturdy chest. She could feel his loud heartbeat, which was different from the usual calm and rhythmic one she was used to hearing.

She didn’t hear him say anything, but his tight arms around her were enough to convey his feelings. They hugged for a few seconds longer than usual without anyone saying a word, findingfort in each other’s silentpany.

A few people who followed Tristan—Dn, Bryan, and the others—were now standing behind him, waiting without making any sound. They knew how hurt Tristan and Be were as they faced their dying father.

After a short while,

Be finally released her hug. She held Tristan’s hand. He said nothing but looked at her with a difficult-to-describe expression.

"Let’s go inside and greet your father," Be said softly, leading him into the room.

Tristan weakly smiled at his wife as he followed her into the room. Ever since he received the news from the doctor that his father had lost consciousness, his mind had been unable to function correctly for the first time in many years. All he wanted was to arrive at the hospital and see his father.

His heart had never felt so tense before, but when he saw his wife and felt her embrace, his tense and chaotic heart slowly calmed down.

He felt grateful that his wife hade out to stop him and hug him briefly before they entered his father’s ward. The warmth of her embrace relieved his tension and fear.

Now, as he looked at his pale, frail father sleeping peacefully, he no longer felt as lost and could think clearly again.

Standing next to his grandfather, Tristan greeted their family doctor, who had been treating his father since his battle with cancer.

"Uncle—" Tristan slightly nods.

"Tristan, you finallye," The doctor said politely.

Lewis Sinir turned to him and gently patted his grandson back. "You work hard, dear," he said, trying to smile at his grandson, but his deep sadness betrayed him.

Taking a deep sigh, Lewis nced at Be, surprised that she didn’t look well. "Be, go take a rest, dear. You don’t look okay," he said, sounding worried.

Tristan suddenly noticed that his wife’s face was as white as paper, and her eyes were puffy. He realized that he had been so focused on worrying about his father that he had ignored entirely how devastated his wife felt.

He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "me after you after talking with the doctor and Grandpa..."

Be understood they needed to discuss William’s critical condition, so she nodded to give them space. After Tristan kissed her cheeks, she left the room.

Tristan also asked Geoffrey to prepare lunch for his wife.

Once Be and Geoffrey had left the room, Tristan’s soft and calm expression slowly changed as he turned to face the doctor.

"Uncle, please tell me what we should do now?" Tristan asked.

"Tristan, prepare yourself. Your father was holding out, waiting for you and your grandfather to arrive. Honestly, your father no longer has the strength to hold on..." The doctor continued to exin William Sinir’s actual condition and what would happen to him in the next few hours if he were to wake up.

Lewis and Tristan listened silently with grim and miserable expressions. They both knew this day woulde but hadn’t expected it so soon.

Tristan had hoped his father would survive a few more years until Be gave birth to their twins. However, after hearing the doctor’s exnation, it seemed like there was no more hope for his father. It was only a matter of time until he left them forever.

After the doctor left, Tristan and Lewis Sinir stood by the bed, drowning in sadness.

n and Geoffrey, who looked sad in the corner of the room, could only stand there waiting.

***

While in another VIP ward room, Be tries to enjoy her lunch but finds all the Italian food on the table tasteless. She swallows her Fettine Alfredo and fruit sd because of her hungry twins.

As she eats, her eyes are fixed on the door. She anticipates someone wille to deliver the news she really wants to avoid. However, until all her food is finished, no onees in.

Feeling drowsy again, Be moves to the sofa. She calls her grandpa to check whether he managed to fly to the capital today.

To her surprise, her phone call immediately connects. "Grandpa, where are you?" Be asks.

"Be, we are about to board the ne to fly there. I can’t speak much," Isaac Donovan answers. "I will call you when we arrive."

"Okay, Grandpa. Take care, and see you soon," she hurriedly says, ending the phone call.

Be feels relieved to hear that her grandfather could finally fly here.