Bella was shocked by his response. She slightly tightened her grip on their linked hands.
"But Mommy, that’s was just my opinion. I will never force you to follow my choice to reunite with Dad. It’s your happiness that matters more to . So please, don’t decide anything just because of . Just follow your heart. I’m just a kid.
Kids are tough and easily adaptable human beings, Mommy."
She was speechless when she heard her four-year-old son speak like Aunty Noora. He sounded mature, and she felt embarrassed because his words were correct.
"You are such a wise and genius kid, Dax. Thank you, baby... for sharing with mom what’s in your heart and mind," said Bella. She smiled as she slowly placed her hand on his chubby cheek. "I am very grateful to have a wise, intelligent, mature son like you... I feel like I don’t want or need anyone else in the world but you.
Only you, my son..."
"Mom, I’ll always be by your side and protect you. Whatever you choose, I promise I won’t go mad or go anywhere far," Dax said in a sincere and aningful tone. But Bella, who had heard it, was amused.
She held her laugh, looking at how adorable her son’s expression now was.
"Really? Oh, thank you, baby…I will keep and rember your promise, darling."
Dax smiles at her and says, "My mother is the best woman...I will protect Mom forever."
Bella’s eyes beca blurry when she heard his sentence. Blissfully, she pulled him into her arms.
A few monts later, after they hugged silently, Bella finally let go of her hug. Her smile was still there, framing her beautiful face. Unfortunately, her smile slowly faded when she heard Dax’s following words.
"Mom, so who do you choose? Dad or Uncle Sean?"
Bella, "...."
She couldn’t answer her son’s questions. She could only hug him tightly until he asked to let go.
After dinner, the family day is finally over. Bella excused herself to return to her house.
Tristan’s expression slowly turned sad when he realized they were finally going ho. A day with Bella and Dax was not enough for him, and he wished they would be reunited soon.
"I hope you and Dax sleep over here..." He said while walking to Bella’s house and carrying Dax in his arms — he slept again.
Bella quickly glanced at him and sighed deeply upon hearing his words.
She tried to avoid Tristan’s words, concerned that he might bring up a topic she was not ready to discuss. She had more important things to think about than discussing his desire for them to reunite as a married couple.
***
The next day.
After news of S Jewelry’s lawsuit against Laura Kiels spread across online dia and television, Laura could no longer go out in public places without disguising herself.
Just like today, Laura Kiels left her house wearing a wig and oversized sunglasses to hide her face.
She even used her manager’s personal car to leave her apartnt because journalists and paparazzi had been camping in front of her apartnt building since yesterday.
Laura received a stern warning from the apartnt managent due to the disturbance caused by the paparazzi and journalists. The presence of these intruders made it difficult for the guards to maintain security and disrupted the comfort of other residents.
Several journalists even attempted to enter the restricted area by pretending to be residents, further aggravating the situation.
After being pressured by the apartnt managent, she was forced to either give a statent to the dia or temporarily leave her house until the journalists were no longer camped outside.
Laura had no other choice but to leave her apartnt temporarily until everything cald down—she couldn’t et with the dia now.
She decides to go sowhere unknown to avoid journalists. However, she got Jessica Sinclair to agree to et her in a private restaurant before that.
It was difficult for Laura to ask Jessica Sinclair to spare ti to et her. The socialite woman seed to have drastically changed her attitude lately. She didn’t know why Jessica had beco unusually distant, but she would find out later.
Laura arrived ten minutes early at the restaurant and waited anxiously in the reserved VIP room. She kept her sunglasses, even though the waiter who took her order had left and she was alone in the room.
She was busy observing the room, concerned that a hidden cara or CCTV might be in the room that would record her eting with Jessica. After convincing herself that nothing was suspicious in the room, she felt relieved and sat calmly. But still too uncomfortable to take off her sunglasses.
Her eyes kept staring at the door. A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door.
"Yes, co in, please…" Laura said, trying to use her low tone to hide her actual voice.
When the door opened, she saw the waiter return with her order, a cup of warm camomile tea, to calm her nerves.
Several minutes passed, and her anxiety continued to increase. But Jessica still hadn’t shown up.
Laura checked her watch several tis to confirm the ti of their eting. She started to worry when she saw that Jessica was five minutes late.
This was strange because the old socialite woman was never late every ti they t.
Countless unpleasant question now fills her mind.
’Did she abandon here? Why hasn’t she co yet?’ Laura felt nervous. She was afraid Jessica would still avoid eting her.
Now, she was confused about whether to call Jessica again or wait as she glanced at her cell phone on the table.
When Laura decided to call Jessica’s cell phone, the door opened, and Jessica finally appeared. With a happy smile, she stood up and approached Jessica.
"Auntie Jessica, you finally—" Laura’s voice suddenly stopped when a powerful slap landed on her cheek. She was shocked, looking at Jessica, who was looking mad at her. "W-Why are you..."
"How dare you!" Jessica hissed at Laura, who stared back teary-eyed.
"Why did you slap , Aunty...?"
Plak!
Another powerful slap silent, Laura.
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