My Billionaire Ex-Husband Chase Me Back (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 375

Tristan frowned as he saw sadness flash through his father’s eyes.

"My son, I understand you forbid me to meet Dax again," William Sinclair said casually while gently tapping Tristan’s shoulder. "No need to feel bad about it, son."

William Sinclair understood that he couldn’t force Tristan to allow him to meet Dax again. He was grateful to have met his grandson once, which was already a blessing for him. With his wish fulfilled, he felt he could die in peace, knowing he had a grandson as handsome and intelligent as Dax.

Tristan’s mouth twisted as he heard his father’s words. It seemed his father misunderstood him.

"Father, you didn’t understand what I mean..."

"Did you ask me not to meet my grandson again?" William asked, confused.

"No. I said you can’t come here too often because it would be dangerous if my mother became suspicious of your frequent visits. It would be troublesome if my mother found out that Bella and her mother were here."

William was stunned. He didn’t think that way.

"You know, my mother-in-law’s surgery was top secret, right? Even Bella’s father and the rest of her family didn’t know about it," Tristan continues.

"Ah, this is what I was trying to ask you earlier. Why did they keep this surgery a secret?"

Tristan pinches his eyebrow before answering his father.

"I’m sorry, I can’t explain it to you in detail. But, something happened in the Donovan Family. Natalie Wright hides in our place. And, if my mother knows, she might tell Lucas Donovan about this. So, Dad, please never tell anyone, including my mother, about Natalie Wright."

William nods while patting his son’s shoulder once more. A reassuring smile slowly appears on his lips.

"No worries. I will not tell anyone, including your mother."

"Thanks, Dad. And about Daxton, of course, you could still meet him, but not here. Later, if we return to our house, you could visit him there," Tristan said.

Tristan had already discussed this with Bella, and she agreed to let his father visit them whenever he wanted, as long as he didn’t bring anyone else, including his mother.

William Sinclair was startled to hear that. He couldn’t hide his wide smile now, too happy and too relieved to know he had many opportunities to visit them and see his grandson again.

"Really, Tristan? You allow me to see my dear Grandson Daxton?" William Sinclair’s voice was slightly shaky, his eyes locked with his son’s. "I can visit your house? Would Bella allow me to come?" He needed reassurance; somehow, he felt like this was a dream, not something real, and he worried.

When he spoke with Bella earlier, William Sinclair could sense her unease around him. She didn’t say a single word, but he didn’t take offense; he understood her feelings.

"Yes, you can. And, yes, Bella also allows you to visit us," Tristan replied faintly.

"Thank you, son," William’s voice quivered with happiness. It meant a lot to him that his daughter-in-law, who had suffered because of him, and his wife had given him this chance. It was already a blessing; he wouldn’t ask for anything more.

"Alright, I won’t come here again. Please call me when you guys return to your house."

Jacob and the others answered Emma’s question with annoyed looks.

"Stop beating around the bush, Emma!" Jacob Donovan’s booming voice echoed, thickening the tension in the room. "Where have you been in the past weeks? Who did you meet in the capital?"

Emma frowned.

"What’s the deal? Why do you want to know about my private matters!?" She snapped, glaring at her eldest brother.

Jacob gritted his teeth. However, before he could say something, Lucas Donovan chimed in, "Don’t try to hide anything from us, Sis Emma. We know what you are doing there. We know what you’re up to."

"Yeah! It was useless. We know you went to the capital but didn’t meet your son. But someone else..." Thomas Donovan said.

Emma’s eyes fixed on Thomas Donovan, her younger brother. She was confused because, as far as she knew, her younger brother had been detained in the police station.

Instantly, countless questions now filled her mind:

’How could he be sitting in my living room? Did they release him? Seriously? How so?’

Emma was so curious that she ignored their sentences and asked, "Thomas, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at the police station’s jail?"