The blaring ringtone of the mobile phone echoes in the pitch-black room, jolting Tristan Sinclair from his sleep. His eyes slowly opened, and a soft groan escaped his lips as he felt his entire body stiffen.
Last night had been restless, and he had only managed to sleep a few moments before the sun began to rise.
He tried to ignore the constant sound of the phone until it finally stopped. However, before he could return to the comfort of his bed, the phone rang again.
"Damn it!" he sighed in frustration.
Only a few people possessed his private cell number, and none typically called him at such an early hour. He covered his head with a pillow, trying to sleep more, but something crossed his mind.
"Maybe it’s Bella!? It must be her..." A hopeful smile tugged at the corners of his lips as Bella’s image danced in his mind.
Expectantly, he grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table. However, his smile quickly faded when he saw ’Grandpa’ displayed on the phone screen.
He sighed deeply before reluctantly answering the call, "Grandfather, why did you call me so early?" he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep as he threw back the covers and got out of bed.
Tristan’s slim but muscular body is visible in several parts, only covered by black training pants hanging from his hips.
He walked towards the window and pulled the curtains. Suddenly, sunlight came in and dazzled his eyes.
"My lord! Brat, you said this... is it still morning? It’s already 9 am, and you just woke up?" Lewis Sinclair’s voice sounded annoyed from the other end.
"Thank you for telling me that, Grandpa..." Tristan could only chuckle when he saw the bright blue sky. "Why did you call me!?"
"Why are you still sleeping now?"
"Come on, Grandpa, it’s Saturday..." Tristan said while rubbing the back of his neck, wanting to end this conversation immediately and go back to sleep.
After all these years, he had never felt as relaxed as he did now. It looks like dinner with Bella last night made him feel this way.
"While you were relaxing in your house, my granddaughter-in-law had already gone to work. Such a hardworking young woman... I feel so bad for her," Lewis said in his gloomy tone, causing Tristan to be shocked.
A frown appears on Tristan’s forehead. "Bella, working? On Saturday? Why would she do that?"
"Maybe because she needs money to raise—" Lewis’s words faded as he remembered he couldn’t tell him about Dax — he had already promised Bella.
"Well, my granddaughter-in-law has a hard time; she is now going to work even though today is Saturday." Lewis continues.
Tristan took a deep breath. He was too shocked to find out that Bella had to work. The thought of her working for someone else and leaving their son home stressed him.
’Why didn’t Bella talk about this matter last night?’ Tristan sighs deeply. ’Looks like we should meet and talk about this...’
"Grandpa, do you know where she works?" Tristan asked calmly.
"Have you ever heard of the company name Quantum Capital? They are a small company founded only about seven years ago." Lewis explained.
Tristan was shocked to hear that. Of course, he knows about Quantum Capital. Even though he has never dealt directly with that company, he knows Quantum Capital has entertainment industry subsidiaries. Sinclair Corp uses their talent as their brand ambassador for one of their electronic products.
"She works there?" Tristan asked.
"You know about that company?"
"Yeah, I know a few things about that company." Tristan took a deep breath.
"Very well, you should try to approach them and make sure Bella doesn’t get bad treatment there. If necessary, buy their company..." Lewis orders seriously. He also told Tristan that he had already offered Bella money to build a company for her, but she refused.
"Okay, Grandpa. I’ll take care of it. Don’t get too worried about it, please. Leave it to me." Tristan said. At least he knows where she works. He will make a deal with them soon.
"Okay, I’ll leave it to you because I trust you." Lewis felt relieved.
"By the way, Grandpa, where are you? How do you know Bella is working today?" Tristan asked, suspicious that his grandfather had met Bella this early morning.
"I’m actually at Bella’s house. I missed my old friend, so I visited him."
A faint smile appears on Tristan’s face. He feels envy towards his Grandpa. His Grandpa had already met Dax a few times, but he had not yet. He still needs Dax’s permission to meet. How sad!
"Grandpa, please take care of my son," Tristan said softly as he gritted his teeth. "—and speak nicely to him about me. I will meet him pretty soon..."
Tristan’s words caused Lewis to be shocked. He asked, "You already know about your son, Dax? Bella finally told you?"
Tristan could only shake his head. On day one of Bella’s return to this country, he already knows about Dax.
"Hmm. Bella told me about Dax last night. Grandpa, please make sure Dax likes me... I mean, I have considered every option to get Bella back. And only through Dax, my son, I can make Bella return to our family."
"You brat!! We are like this because of you and your egotistical, foolish parents..." Lewis vented his anger again, remembering how Tristan agreed to divorce Bella five years ago. "If you had not divorced her, she would still be with us, and your son would carry our family name, my name!"
Lewis sighed deeply before ending the call, "Alright, you make me upset now. I better go. I have to play with my baby Dax... Bye!"
Beep!
Tristan closes his eyes, simultaneously feeling sad and envious of his Grandpa. He wanted to go to Bella’s house and hug his son. But he feared that coming suddenly like that would scare Dax and anger Bella. No. He will wait until Bella allows him to meet Dax. It’s not just Dax that he wants.
He also wants Bella back.