"Is my father a mafia lord famous for his kindheart?"
Bella almost choked.
’Good Heaven! Why does he think his father is a mafia lord?’
She silently took a deep breath before answering, "No, son. He is a businessman. Alright, young man... that’s it for today." Bella said and turned off the light.
She fixed her gaze one last ti on the bed, "Don’t try to open your iPad!!"
"Hmm…okay. Good night, Mommy. Love you, Mom."
"Love you more, baby. Sleep well..." She closed the door.
Bella stood in front of Dax’s room for a mont. She placed her hands on her chest and took a deep breath. After talking to his son about his father, she felt relieved.
Earlier, Bella didn’t know why she was so upset when she heard the words’ cheating’ co out of her son’s tiny lips.
Only this ti did she realize maybe it was because those words triggered sothing she buried deep in her heart!?
mories of five years ago slowly danced in her mind when she found out that Tristan had another woman, and his other woman was also pregnant.
Sigh!
Bella shook her head before she finally walked toward her bedroom.
…
While inside Dax’s room,
After Dax heard his mother’s bedroom door shut, he opened his eyes and sat again, leaning on the bedhead.
His eyes flashed with curiosity as he took his iPad under the blanket. He opened the last article he had read and started staring at the photo of the CEO of Sinclair Corp. Looking at this man’s eyes, he felt that sothing had caught his attention.
Strangely, just looking at this photo made him suspect that this handso and brilliant man in the business world was his father.
Now, his mind starts to rember what his mother said. His father is from this country. He is also a businessman.
"Because we have the sa eye and hair color, and you are also smart. Why did I think you were my father? Are you really… my father?" He quietly spoke to no one.
After a long silence, Dax decided to look up his na. He typed ’Tristan Sinclair’ into the search engine.
Dax was surprised to find more than ten billion articles about him. However, after only a few seconds, he read the one article. He imdiately closed the search engine and threw his iPad at the bedside.
Another deep, long breath echoes in the room.
"Tristan Sinclair has never been married! This man is definitely not my father," Dax said.
He smiled bitterly while closing his eyes.
****
Next morning.
After two hours of driving, Bella and the others finally arrived at her grandfather’s hotown, Lake View Village.
This village is seated on the border between East City and North City. Despite being far from the sea, it boasts stunning mountain and lake views.
Because of its beautiful natural conditions and famously clean air, nurous wealthy and famous individuals possess property in this region.
This village is the hotown of Isaac Donovan and Lewis Sinclair; they were born and raised there.
Bella used to visit her grandmother at this place when she was little and on holiday. Also, in this place, for the first ti, Bella t Aunty Noora — she used to be her grandma’s caretaker.
However, when Bella’s grandmother died in this village, Aunt Noora began caring for Bella as her nanny. She moved to her family’s house in the city.
Bella looked at Noora, "Are you happy to finally be back here?" she asked.
Noora enthusiastically nodded. "Yes, Young Miss… after so many years, I am finally back."
Since moving to the capital with Bella, Noora had never returned to this place. This place holds so many mories for Noora because she already considers it her hotown. She spent her entire teenage years living here.
" too, Aunty. The last I visited was when Grandma died," Bella said, feeling lancholic and rembering her grandma.
No words co out from Noora’s lips, but her eyes flash with sadness, rembering her Mistress.
"Let’s rest here for a few days before we fly to the Capital," Bella said. Then she looked out of the car at the stunning, towering pine trees covered in snow flanking the empty road.
However, not even a minute after she enjoyed the scenery, she heard Dax’s voice calling her.
"Mom, why does this place look like our house in Northern Sweden?" Dax said while looking at the view filled with pine trees and snow as far as the eye could see.
"Yes, you’re right; this place is similar to our village there. Because this village is located in the north, bordering North City, it is cooler than another place in this East City," She explained.
"So, there will be a frozen lake behind grandfather’s villa, too!?" Dax asked excitedly. He used to go fishing with Noora on the frozen lake behind their cabin every winter.
"Yes, Young Master… there is a large lake behind your great-grandfather’s house. We will have fun there." Noora’s eyes lit up. She couldn’t wait to go fishing with Dax.
Bella didn’t say anything; She tried to enjoy the view of the village to rember her childhood mories in this place.
Not long after, their car was finally parked in front of the two-story villa. She could see her grandfather and Nick waiting for them through the entrance.
After unloading all the luggage, Bella thanked the driver and asked him to return to the hotel. She wouldn’t use their car during her stay here because she wasn’t planning on going anywhere. She would stay at ho before leaving for the capital.
When Bella turned back, she didn’t see Dax and her grandpa. She only saw Nick and Noora carrying their luggage into the house.
"Aunty, where’s Dax?"
"Young Miss," Nick answered her. "Young Master already inside with old master—"
Bella, "..."
She imdiately entered the house and found her son sitting on her grandfather’s lap near the fireplace.
Bella was rendered speechless. She hadn’t even had the chance to introduce them officially, but they looked friendly, chatting and laughing as if they had known each other for a long ti.
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