Dax turned to look at his mother before continuing, "Mom, don’t be stressed. It’s not okay for the twins. Please rx. Daddy will take care of everything."

Be tried to hold back augh when she heard her son’s advice.

She felt she was talking to Tristan, not her five-year-old son, Dax.

’Gosh! Why is this little man so simr to Tristan!?’ she thought, amused.

Be didn’t want Dax to feel bad, so she smiled at him and said, "I will listen to my genius son. Alright, finish your muesli and milk..."

"Mom, I want to go with Dad to the hospital. May I go?" Dax visibly pleaded.

Before Be could answer, Tristan appeared behind them, looking neat in his ck suit. He smiled at them as he approached the dining table.

"Not today, buddy. I need you here to apany Mommy and the twins. But I will take you with me tomorrow to take Grandpa to his forever resting ce. How about that?" Tristan answered Dax, tapping his head gently before sitting next to Be.

"Alright, Dad," Dax said as he finished breakfast. He thought he would never have the chance to see his grandfather again, so he wanted to go to the hospital.

"Tristan, what time will youe home?" Be asked, concerned about his condition and worried he would be exhausted.

"Perhaps I will join you for dinner, but I will call before I return. Just to let you know when I will be on my way," he smiled at her before continuing, "And you must eat and rest. Don’t exhaust yourself with too much work. Remember, tomorrow, we will be busy again."

"Okay, I promise I will," Be answered without asking further. She already knew why Tristan hurriedly arranged his father’s funeral. It was because that was his father’sst wish—William’sst wish was to be buried quietly in a simple funeral with only family and close friends attending, without any publicity, and to be buried by his mother’s side.

After kissing Be and Dax on their foreheads, Tristan finally left the house and headed to the hospital with Geoffrey.

***

In the afternoon of the same day, news about William Sinir’s death continued to circte and dominate the media in the country.

Be turned on her cell phone for the first time sincest night and was instantly bombarded with notifications. She ced her cell phone on the table and patiently waited for the notifications to stop.

While waiting, she opened herptop to browse the inte, wanting to read about her father-inw.

However, as soon as she turned on herputer, Stefan’s worried face appeared on the screen, startling her.

"Sister, you’re finally online—"

"Stefan, what the? Why did you hack into myptop?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. But I had to. I couldn’t reach you, and no one else could contact you. They are all so worried after hearing the news. I’m so sorry for your loss, sister."

Be smiled faintly, observing how worried Stefan appeared. "Thank you, Stefan."

"Sis, are you alright? Why is your cell phone not active?" Stefan asked, filled with concern.

"I’m fine. We are just shocked this happened too soon," Be answered. She briefly paused to take a deep breath.

"I know, right? I met him several times when I stayed at your house; he looked fine. Why did he suddenly die? Even Harper and the others were shocked because they still saw him on Dax’s birthday."

"He has already battled with his cancer for years but never shows it to others," Be said, feeling gloomy as she talked about her father-inw. Afterposing herself, she continued, "Well, we knew this time would arrive, but we didn’t expect it toe so fast."

"I hope I can fly there, sis," Stefan said, his expression slowly gloomy. He wanted to return to Astington to support Be and Dax but couldn’t.

"Thank you, Stefan. But you don’t have to force it. I understand you can’t leave the headquarters because Jack is still out of the country..." Be smiled when she saw him protest through his gaze.

She had heard Stefanin since the day he knew he couldn’te to Dax’s birthday party because Jack had decided to attend. Also, Harper was not in New York at that time. This is one rule in the RDF Group to ensure everything was under control: at least one senior management member stayed at the office.

Stefan rubbed his neck, looking frustrated. "Yeah! Still...I wanted to be there."

"You cane here when Jack returns," Be tried to cheer him up.

"I hope Jack returns much earlier than scheduled. He said he has business in Dubai and will onlye a few dayster."

"I see. So you cane here after he arrives."

"Yes. I wille to visit you, sister!"

"Good, good, I will wait. Ah, bro, can you help me?" Be asked as she remembered Tristan’s n to capture Mad Dog. She had heard from Tristan that Stefan helped them locate that person.

"Sure! What kind of help, sis?"

"Tell me about the progress of your investigation regarding Mad Dog?"

"Damn it! This Mad Dog ispletely cunning. He’s just vanished as if the earth swallowed him! My best guess is that he has gone off-grid. He no longer uses any of the gadgets he usually uses. And he likely not in any ces he has visited in the past.

So, wepletely lost him. At least for now."

Be’s heart tightens. She knew how evil Marco, A.K.A Mad Dog, was. And, she would never have eased if this man had not been captured.

"Ah, sis, I found something interesting after investigating Marco’s identity in more detail," Stefan said excitedly.

"What is it?" Be asked curiously.

"That man was Laura Kiels, the fiance..."

"What the hell? Do you mean Marco? Laura’s fiance?" Be was shocked beyond words to hear that. "Are you serious?"

Stefan responded, "Yeah, he’s the one who helped Laura out of her legal troubles. You remember herwsuit against Jessica Spencer and ourpany?"

"Hmm, I remember," Be said.