Bryan was alerted when he saw Bella abruptly stop. He looked around to check and only found soone he knew approaching them. Instantly, he touched the pin in his jacket.
"Prepared!" Bryan whispered; however, Bella could clearly hear his words.
From a few directions, Bella could see several n in black suddenly appear, rushing to their place.
"Stop them! We don’t need them now—" Bella instructed. When she saw Bryan frown as if questioning her act, she continued, "Bring Dax to the Villa. I will talk to him."
His expression turned stiff, hearing her instruction. How could he grant that?
There’s now a way for him to let his young madam et William Sinclair alone. His boss, Tristan Sinclair, might kill him if he allowed that to happen.
He clearly understands what happened between his young madam and his boss’s parents. They are like water and oil; they can’t be placed in the sa container.
"No, Ma’am, you must follow us." Bryan insisted. However, when he saw Bella’s sharp-dagger-cold gaze, his heart tightened.
"Go! Bring my son. NOW! I can take care of myself!" She said coldly as if he wanted to tell Bryan she didn’t want to be refused. This is her final order.
Bryan feels this is the most challenging matter he’s faced since working for Tristan Sinclair. He gritted his teeth in silence before turning to see his young master.
"What happened, Mom? Uncle Bryan?"
He didn’t bother to answer his young master’s curiosity; he said, "Young master, let’s go..."
But, of course, Dax ignores Bryan, too. He looks at his mother, asking for an explanation through his gaze; however, Dax can see that his mother seems unable to say anything.
"Mommy, what happened?" Dax asked in frustration. Still, there was no answer; instead, he saw his mother frown before looking in a specific direction.
Confused, Dax tried to see what happened, following his mother’s line of sight, but his mom and Bryan blocked his view.
"Baby, please follow Uncle Bryan. Mom will join you imdiately," she said in a hurry because William Sinclair was only a few ters away.
"Mom—" Dax had not yet finished his words; Bella had already turned to see Bryan and urged him to leave imdiately.
"Mam, my people will stand by—"
"You don’t have to ask them. He won’t harm . Trust , and just leave, now!" Bella orders without turning her gaze from her father-in-law.
Bella could see William Sinclair trying to look at Dax, but Bryan was standing between them.
This is her biggest concern now; she didn’t want her father-in-law to et Dax. Not today!
She hasn’t discussed Tristan’s parents with Dax. Her son knows that his grandparents from his father’s side didn’t like her, and she worries that he will be confused if they et now.
Even though Bryan is hesitant to go, he still obeys Bella’s command. He grasps Dax’s hand and hurries him toward the Villa. When Dax attempts to glance back, Bryan blocks his view.
***
Bella felt a little relieved when she saw Bryan and Dax finally leave.
She turned to look again at William Sinclair. Her hands clenched into tight fists when she saw him standing a few steps before her. She didn’t expect to et him in this place.
However, sothing caught her curiosity, looking at this man again after so many years. His expression was different from what she rembered—he always looked noble and distant—but now she could see happiness and, at the sa ti, misery flash through his eyes.
Instantly, she rembered Tristan saying that his father wanted to apologize to her.
’So he indeed wanted to apologize to !?’ She could feel his regret through his gaze.
"My dear Bella," William Sinclair’s deep, clear voice echoed. His eyes shook as he looked at Bella from head to toe. He had never imagined he would encounter her in this place after all the trouble he went through to find her.
"I feel like God granted my prayer, eting you here today. This is my lucky day. When I saw Bryan in this place, I thought my son was here, but it looks like you ca alone..."
A smile erged from William Sinclair’s lips but slowly vanished when he realized sothing. Instantly, countless questions now appear in his mind, worrying him.
"Everything okay, Bella? Why are you in this hospital? Where is Tristan? Why didn’t he co with you?"
William Sinclair asked so many questions without realizing it. He was worried sothing happened to his son, or even his daughter-in-law, to allow her to appear in this hospital.
Bella was rendered speechless. Hearing William Sinclair’s too-friendly tone, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He said so many words to her, even showing concern through his gaze.
This was a rare sight for her to witness. She felt like she was talking to another person, not William Sinclair, whom she used to et in the past.
Seeing Bella not answering his question, William Sinclair beca worried. "Bella, can we sit on the garden bench and chat for a mont?" he asked.
Bella started to waver when she saw how friendly he was now, to allow this man to speak to her. However, when he rembered her son, the walls returned to guard her heart.
’No! You can’t talk to him now. Not when Tristan is not around—’ She warns herself.
"Can we walk there, Bella?"
Bella beca frustrated when she heard William call her na again. After taking a deep breath, she finally said, "I don’t think there’s anything we need to talk about between us. Not here, not now, not ever."
William Sinclair’s face suddenly turned worried; his daughter-in-law still hated him and would leave again. No, he can’t allow this opportunity to slip away from him.
They must now talk about his grandson, the young boy he saw earlier. Or he will not have a chance to et her again.
"Bella, I can understand if you don’t want to talk to ," William Sinclair’s voice sounded gentle. "But, please, let apologize to you for what happened in the past—"
Bella, "..."
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