Tristan said nothing to Alan and entered the house.
Alan trailed Tristan from behind with a smile on his face. He felt relieved that the young Master didn’t cancel this dinner, unlike the last time.
When Tristan entered the living room, Jessica was the first to notice him. She stood up from her seat, and with a broad smile, she walked over to him.
"My son, you are finally here. Oh, dear, you look so handsome as always... come, come... give your mother hugs. Oh my, I miss you so much, Tristan." She said while opening her arms.
"Mother," Tristan accepted her hug gently, but his expression remained the same, calm but expressionless.
Jessica released her hug and looked at Tristan, "Why didn’t you come to meet us sooner? You already know we returned from our holiday, right?"
"Mother, I know. But I’m so busy with the company. I don’t have free time."
"Oh dear, please... spare some free time for yourself. Or you will be stressed and exhausted. Don’t force yourself with your work—"
"Enough, Jessica!" A commanding, deep voice from behind caused Jessica to stop talking and look at the voice.
Jessica smiled, "William, can you just let me speak to our only son?" she pouted to her husband, but William ignored her and looked at Tristan.
He smiles at him, "Tristan, sit with us..." William Sinclair said.
Tristan looked at his father with a half-smile on his lips, "Father—"
Before Tristan could join his father and Grandpa, he stopped when his mother held his hand. He turned to look at her, "What is it, Mother!?"
"Son, I need to talk to you... There’s something important we need to discuss," Jessica whispered.
He merely nodded and then walked toward the seating area. After he sat near his Grandpa, he finally looked at him.
"Grandpa, why are you still wearing your angry expression!? I already arrived..." Tristan chuckled, trying to humor his annoyed Grandpa.
"Brat, if I didn’t force you to come, you would never come to this house... Why do you seem to be avoiding me?"
Tristan could only smile as he looked at his Grandpa. He didn’t answer his question. Instead, he said, "I’m starving, Grandpa. Shall we start our dinner now?"
He didn’t plan to stay longer in this place. He only needed to dine, speak to his mother, and return to his house. He needed to prepare many things before meeting his son, Dax.
"It’s not even seven, and you’re already hungry?" Lewis replied as he checked his Rolex. "You skip your lunch again? Why?"
"Hmm, I’ve not eaten anything since morning. Someone ruined my mood!" Tristan wanted to say that but held his anger as he glanced at his mother.
Tristan felt a slight anger appear in his heart when he remembered what had happened that noon between Bella and his mother.
"Tristan, follow me inside. There’s something I want to say to you." Suddenly, Jessica speaks, surprising everyone. She stood from her seat, politely apologizing to Lewis and William before leaving the room.
"Hurry, dear..." She urged Tristan to follow her.
"Grandpa, father… I need to go with Mother first..." Tristan left after seeing them nod. He knew what his mother wanted to talk about, too. He also expected this opportunity to speak to her.
Tristan followed her into his Grandpa’s home office.
When they were finally in the room, Tristan could see the worry through her gaze when she sat across from him.
"What is it, mother?" He asked, pretending he didn’t know what his mother was about to say.
Jessica’s eyes blinked several times, looking at Tristan; she felt nervous to tell him about Bella. Afraid his reaction would be happy to know about Bella’s return.
"Tristan... This noon, I met someone I haven’t met for quite a long time."
"Who?"
"That shameless woman, Bella, she finally returned to this city. Did you know that?" Jessica’s worried tone sounded through her words.
"So!?" Tristan wanted to hear what she was trying to say.
"That woman has a new boyfriend or maybe husband..." she paused, waiting for Tristan to say something.
"And then?" Tristan asked as if he didn’t care about it. He knew that man’s identity; he didn’t care because he was her secretary.
"Sorry, dear son, I know... you have already forgotten about her. But mom just worries that woman will return to ruin our life. I could predict that she would return to ask for money."
Tristan couldn’t help but sigh deeply, hearing his mother rant Bella. But, he says nothing, only hears.
"You know about her family company having a hard time after your father stopped cooperating with them, right? Well, I guess—" Jessica continued to tell him that Bella wanted to return and use Sinclair money to make another deal again.
Tristan could only laugh inwardly as he heard his mother saying nonsense about Bella and Donovan’s family.
The more he heard, the more he felt hurt for Bella. He knew exactly what happened to Donovan’s Family, and what his mother said now was entirely wrong.
He knew Bella never cared and had a relationship with her family company. What he heard from his Grandpa, Bella even wanted to sever ties with her father if her father still mistreated her and blamed her because of her divorce.
"—My dear son, you must be careful if that shameless woman suddenly contacts you one day!" Jessica closed her sentence with a sharp gaze, looking at her expressionless son.
Jessica couldn’t read what Tristan was thinking; this made her worry. What made her more afraid was that Bella now looked so different; she seemed more confident and beautiful. Her son would waver if he met Bella and agreed to what she demanded.
She didn’t want their property to turn into Bella’s name again.
Tristan’s eyes fixed on his mother.
"Mother, stop bothering Bella. No one knows her better than me. So, everything you said was not entirely true," he calmly said.
However, his words shocked Jessica.
"Oh my god!! That bitch already met you? And she successfully brainwashed you—" Jessica gasped, shocked to know Bella was already making a move to approach her son.
Tristan almost choked hearing her words.