"You can share with me. Maybe it will lessen your worry," Noora said sincerely.
"Tristan asked to meet…"
Noora was shocked to hear that. "Oh my god... He... He... already knows you’re back? Who…who told him?
Old Master Sinclair?"
"Hmm, I guess so. Tristan also seems to be aware of Dax," Bella sighed softly. Although she was disappointed in Old Sinclair, she understood she couldn’t entirely blame him. The old man must have been eager to share this information with his grandson.
"I know it... It must have been Old Master Sinclair who told him—" Noora’s shoulders dropped, feeling worried.
Bella didn’t say anything. She just faintly smiled.
"—Or, his butler, Alan!?" Noora began to guess.
Bella shook her head.
"Well, Alan wouldn’t dare to do that. Your guess was right; only Grandpa Sinclair can tell Tristan about Dax and me."
Bella sighed deeply before continuing, "Aunty, even though Old Sinclair told Tristan, I can’t blame him..."
Noora nodded in agreement. "You can’t avoid Master Tristan forever, miss."
Bella narrowed her eyes at Noora for a slight moment before she uttered, "Tsk... Tsk... Aunty, you sound more like my grandpa by day. How could you say the same words as him?"
"Hahaha… did I?"
"Yeah. Grandpa also said that I can’t avoid Tristan forever. And he also urged me to meet him and tell him about Dax."
Bella found it hard to contain her laughter as she observed Noora. She noticed how much Noora resembled her grandpa, which amused her.
They both laughed, causing the atmosphere in the room to become slightly warmer and less gloomy.
"So... Young miss... you will meet Tristan!?"
"Yes. I should meet him. If I delay meeting him, he might come here and see Dax without my consent, even behind my back..." Bella said calmly, but Noora could see the worry in her eyes.
"That’s good, miss. But, Young Miss... it seems something still bothers you," Noora curiously asked.
Bella’s eyes blinked a few times without saying anything, which caused Noora even more worry.
After a long pause, Bella finally said, "What if Tristan takes Dax from me? This has been bothering me lately."
Noora’s face turned pale when she heard Bella’s words. She never imagined it would come to that, and now she felt frightened to realize the possibility.
"Young Miss, does Tristan have the chance to do that? I mean, you and he are already divorced. You also gave birth alone without his help. And Dax’s name also doesn’t use his name… Could he still take Young Master from you?" Noora asked, her mind filled with so many questions. She stared at Bella, waiting for her response.
Bella truly hoped that Tristan wouldn’t have the chance to do that. But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Even though they were divorced, Tristan still had the legal right to do so.
Moreover, she had also committed the same offense by purposefully not informing him when she was pregnant. If Tristan took this matter to court, she would surely lose.
"Yes, he can…" Bella answered. This worry had been consuming her lately, and she feared what would happen if Tristan made her life difficult and took Dax from her.
"Young miss… please... please do something. Don’t let him take Dax from us. If he does, I will confront him. I won’t hesitate to take drastic measures, like kill him with my own hand!!" Noora’s eyes were slightly shaking, too angry to imagine the possibility of Tristan taking Dax from them.
Bella was rendered speechless. She was amused to hear how wild Noora’s imagination was. How could she consider murdering Tristan?
Gosh!
"Aunty, you don’t have to turn yourself into a murderer..." Bella couldn’t help but laugh. "That foolish Tristan isn’t worth dirtying your hands for."
Noora, "..."
"I’m serious, Young Miss... I will do anything to stop him." She said.
"Oh dear, Aunty, I’m serious, too. There’s no need to resort to such extreme action," Bella chuckled.
"But… but… what if he really takes Young Master!?" Noora whimpered, holding back tears as she stared at Bella.
"That’s why I need to meet him and find out what he truly wants. If he tries to take Dax, I’ll never allow it," Bella said calmly, her eyes flickered with intense emotion. She refused to sit idly by and let it happen.
"Yes, Miss… please ensure Tristan never takes Dax from you... From us!"
"Hmm... But, aunty... I’m not so much worried about Tristan. However, I’m concerned about his parents," Bella said.
"Ah, you’re right. How could I forget about your evil-in-laws!?" Noora couldn’t help but curse Tristan’s parents.
They were the source of Bella’s miserable life. Tristan’s parents could do anything to achieve what they wanted. If they found out about Dax, they would make Bella’s life miserable once more.
"Hmm, they are really evil!"
Silence hung in the air as if they were lost in their thoughts, seated together while gazing out the window.
"So, when are you going to meet him?" Noora’s voice seemed to pull Bella from her own thoughts.
She looked at Noora for a moment before answering, "Tonight."
****
Sinclair Tower.
Tristan sat in the meeting room, listening to a report from the Finance Director.
Although his eyes were fixed on the screen before him, his mind was distracted by his cell phone on the table.
He glanced at his cell phone occasionally to ensure there was a signal and the battery was full.
It had been over three hours, and Bella hadn’t texted him as promised.
Tristan was starting to grow nervous, suspecting that Bella actually didn’t want to contact him. Maybe she just wanted to end the conversation, using such an excuse.
’Should I text her to remind her?’ he pondered.
He had wanted to message her several times, but his mind stopped him each time. He didn’t want Bella to become upset and block his number.
Tristan let out a deep sigh, feeling impatient.
"Damn it!!" A soft curse escaped his lips, suddenly drawing the attention of ten pairs of eyes.