"Young Madam, Master Tristan is back," Noora announced as she rushed to the family room on the second floor, approaching Be.

    Be ced the pregnancy book on the coffee table and looked at her watch. It was still five in the afternoon.

    ’It’s still early. Why was Tristan already home?’ She wonders, looking at Noora.

    "Tristan is back? Didn’t he say he would be back before dinner?" Be asked as she stood up from the sofa and walked toward the stairs.

    "I don’t know either, ma’am. Master Tristan didn’t say anything."

    "Where is he?"

    "When I rushed to find you, Master Tristan was talking with Geoffrey in the living room downstairs," Noora exined.

    Be said nothing as she rushed to the stairs, but Tristan walked up and smiled at her before she went down.

    Noora immediately excused herself and disappeared through the door specifically for workers.

    "You’re back?" Be asked, taking Tristan’s coat and bag as they walked to their bedroom.

    "Yes, dear. I missed my wife and couldn’t focus on my work. So, I left everything and came home instead," Tristan casually said, cing his hand on her shoulder.

    Be could only shake her head. She doubted his reason: "Do you think I’m Dax? Even my smart son could not believe your reason, Mr. Sinir."

    She stopped, facing him after cing his bag and coat.

    "Did something happen in the office? Why did you return before five?" She asked again.

    Tristan’s warm smile slowly faded as he stared at Be, her beautiful eyes locked onto his. He could see the confusion radiating from her.

    Understanding the urgency of telling Be about her father, Tristan gently took her hand. He guided her to sit on the sofa.

    He knew he had to break the sad news about her father, but a nagging worry troubled him now.

    ’Is she strong enough to handle the fact that someone killed her father?’ This made him reluctant to tell her, especially since he also didn’t know how Lucas Donovan died.

    "Tristan, what happened?" Be started to worry when she noticed something odd about Tristan.

    "My wife, there’s something I want to tell you. And this news might make you sad..." Tristan paused for a moment as he saw her beautiful eyebrow wrinkle slightly.

    Tristan squeezed her hand gently before he told her that Max had found a picture of Lucas Donovan lying with a pale face and blood around his body on a deck in the middle of the forest.

    He didn’t hide anything. He also mentioned that Reid and his team were rushing to the location to investigate what had happened.

    However, when Tristan felt Be’s hands suddenly be cold and start shaking, he stopped his words.

    "My Dear, I’m so sorry to tell you about this terrible news now, but I have no choice. You have the right to know," Tristan said, worry starting to grip him as he saw her in silence, but her face looked as white as paper, like all her blood had now left her.

    Although what Be heard from Tristan was entirely valid, her brain refused to believe it. Now, countless questions filled her mind.

    Be’s lips trembled as she spoke, "Tristan, are you sure my father is dead? How do you know he died just by looking at the photo? Is that a real photo? Photoshop? They might have photoshopped it before sending it to yourpany email, right?"

    Tristan smiled wryly at Be’s words. How could they have some worry? He thought the same as her. That’s why he asked Max, and Max told him that he had already checked about the originality of the picture, which was an actual picture—not edited.

    Also, by looking at the position of Lucas’s body and face in the picture, it was clear that he had lost his life, with a puddle of dark blood around his body. What’s more, the temperature in the area was approaching zero degrees. If his father-inw doesn’t get help soon, he will definitely die in such a situation.

    However, how could he tell her that fact bluntly? Only seeing her eyes now red, holding back tears, was enough to break his heart—he could feel her grief.

    Tristan took a deep breath, softly saying, "My dear, we will find the answer once my people arrive at the cabin. But it will take a while because the cabin location is far away."

    Be said nothing, but her tears began to flow unstoppably. She feels her heart hurt.

    Even though Be hated her father for his past actions, she couldn’t deny their unbreakable connection as his blood ran in her veins. Her heart and mind grieved without hermand.

    In Tristan’s arms, Be cried silently, releasing her sadness before regainingposure. She moved away from him to see his face clearly.

    "Tristan, what should we do?" Be asked. Her mind was clouded, and she needed his guidance.

    "I need you to decide where we should send your father, to this ce or East City. You also need to inform your mother and Grandpa about this news," Tristan said.

    Be nodded. However, she felt scared to tell her mother and didn’t know how to do so.

    "If you want your father sent to the East, we will fly there tonight. I will ask Geoffrey and Noora to prepare," Tristan paused, awaiting a response. Still, Be’s sobs grew louder, leaving her unable to speak.

    Seeing her visibly distressed, Tristan asked, "I know it’s going to be tough to tell this news to your mother. Do you want me to be by your side when you’re telling the news to your mother? I will dly be."

    Be weakly nodded. She feared her mother might copse upon hearing the news.

    Tristan smiled at her. "Alright, let’s go to meet your mother. We need to act fast. I have prepared the jet. We might fly there tonight."

    But Be stopped him. "Wait, Tristan," Be held his hand. "We need to call Grandpa first."

    "You’re right. I’ll call Grandpa now," Tristan said, taking out his cell phone to make a video call.