Taking Dax From Her!

"You can share with me. Maybe it will lessen your worry," Noora said sincerely.

"Tristan asked to meet…"

Noora was shocked to hear that. "Oh my god... He... He... already knows you're back? Who…who told him? Old Master Sinclair?"

"Hmm, I guess so. Tristan also seems to be aware of Dax," Bella sighed softly. Although she was disappointed in Old Sinclair, she understood she couldn't entirely blame him. The old man must have been eager to share this information with his grandson.

"I know it... It must have been Old Master Sinclair who told him—" Noora's shoulders dropped, feeling worried.

Bella didn't say anything. She just faintly smiled.

"—Or, his butler, Alan!?" Noora began to guess.

Bella shook her head. 

"Well, Alan wouldn't dare to do that. Your guess was right; only Grandpa Sinclair can tell Tristan about Dax and me."