"Don’t be sad, my dear Bella. Cheer up. I will leave this world happy if you don’t cry," William lovingly looked at Bella. He smiled, though his smile still seed weak.
Bella’s lips trembled as she said, "Father, I promise to protect and love them with all my heart. Don’t worry about it—" She wiped her tears and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Bella. Thank you so much..." William’s voice sounded weak and shaky.
Bella’s sob grew louder when she felt Tristan’s hand land and squeeze her shoulder gently. She turned to see him, surprised to see his eyes getting even more red and tense.
Tristan was about to ask them to leave but was halted when Dax spoke, "Grandpa, where are you going? Why are you saying goodbye to Mommy and Daddy?" he asked while looking at all of them in return.
Dax, who had been confused all this ti, couldn’t wait to ask those questions. He knew his Grandpa was ill, but why did he seem weird, as if he was about to go sowhere far and not going to return to see them all?
"And why are you crying, Mommy?" Dax continued to ask, looking at his mother.
Tristan and Bella were lost for words. They could only look at Dax in a daze, unable to tell him what had really happened.
"My dear Little Dax," William smiled gently at his worried and confused grandchild. "I’m not going anywhere, my little man. I’ll forever be by your side," he said while placing his hand on Dax’s chest before continuing, "In here...in your heart."
Witnessing this, Bella cried even more internally; only her small sobs could be heard, but it was enough to worry Tristan.
He could see his wife struggling to breathe. He also noticed his father seed to need to take another pain reliever.
Tristan took Bella’s hand before looking at Dax, "Buddy, your Grandpa is exhausted now. Let Grandpa have so rest, okay?"
After Bella and Dax hugged William Sinclair, they left the room.
Holding Tristan and Dax’s hands, Bella tried to maintain her composure as they left William Sinclair’s room.
Tristan stopped before the temporary room that Bella used earlier. He leaned closer to Bella and whispered, "Darling, go inside and get so rest with Dax."
"Hmm..."
"And, please ask your mother and Noora to co here. Father also wanted to et them."
Bella didn’t rush to go inside; she nodded to him before throwing herself into his embrace and crying silently. She could feel Tristan kiss her head and tightly hug her back.
After a few more seconds, Tristan’s voice could be heard near her ear:
"Please stop crying, dear. Dax and the twins will be even more confused if you continue crying. This is the best thing for my father. If he stays longer, his illness will only torture him."
Bella nodded and released her embrace. She looked up to see his eyes while smiling at him.
"I know."
"Alright, go inside. We don’t have much ti," Tristan said while opening the door for them.
***
After Natalie and Noora left the room, Bella sat on the three-seater sofa, and Dax sat on the single sofa opposite her.
Bella noticed her son was engrossed with sothing on his iPad, probably doing his coding course as usual.
She decided to let him be and leaned back on the sofa, trying to push away the sadness from her mind.
However, before she could dismiss her sad and frightened feelings, she suddenly heard Dax call her.
"Mom. Mom, are you sleeping?" Dax asked.
Bella slowly opened her eyes and slightly glanced at him, "No, I’m not sleeping, dear. I’m just trying to rest my eyes. Do you want Mommy to get you sothing?"
Dax shook his head slowly and placed his iPad on his lap. His tense eyes prompted Bella to wake up and face him.
"Is Grandpa dying?"
Bella was not surprised to hear her intelligent son, who had just turned five a few days ago, ask this question.
However, she was montarily lost for words. She just stared at her son with mixed emotions.
"Mom?"
"Uhm, why do you ask if Grandpa is dying?" Bella asked hurriedly.
"No reason. I was trying to guess. Because since we moved into the new house, I often hear Uncle Daniel and Geoffrey talking about Grandpa’s health condition," Dax explained. "And when Grandpa said his strange words earlier, it made curious. So, I decided to search online and found out that Grandpa might be dying. Has his cancer finally beco incurable?"
Although his voice sounded casual, his worry and gloomy gaze were enough to convey his inner feelings to Bella.
"Co here, Dax. Sit next to ," Bella tapped the seat beside her.
Bella decided not to hide anything from her son any longer.
Sooner or later, he would learn about his Grandpa’s actual condition.
What worried her now was that she couldn’t control her emotions to discuss sothing this sensitive with him. She might end up breaking into tears again. However, waiting for Tristan to tell Dax about it would take a long ti because he was busy outside.
Bella turned to look at Dax as she placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Dax, your grandpa is indeed dying," Bella said. She paused montarily to see his reaction. When she saw him appear calm, she continued. "The doctor can no longer help him heal. So, all we can do is pray that God will not let him suffer too much."
She felt like her words were cutting into her heart like a sharp knife.
"No wonder Grandpa was saying his last words to you and Dad," Dax said softly. He paused for a mont as if trying to hold back his tears. "Mom, I feel sorry for Grandpa. He must be in a lot of pain right now."
Bella felt hurt when she saw her son lower his gaze as if he didn’t want her to see his red eyes.
"My son, you can cry if you want. It’s fine," Bella said, turning her gaze to another place, giving him ti to express his sorrow.
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