Tell Dax About His Father

Dax felt excited, waiting for his mother to answer his curiosity.

Bella smiled slightly as she ruffled Dax's hair gently before saying, "Dax, I'm sorry I never talked to you about him before. Because it's hard for me—" her voice trailed off as she felt something prick her heart.

"It's okay, Mom. I understand," Dax replied with a warm smile. He didn't want to see his mother sad, so he held her hands and tapped them gently.

Bella actually felt even more sad seeing how considerate her son was. She tried not to cry in front of him.

"Your father, he's not dead, if you think maybe he is," Bella took another deep breath. She hadn't expected it to be this difficult to talk about Tristan before Dax. "And he is also from this country."

Dax's eyes lit up.

"But, my dear, I will not tell you his name for now," she said, only to see his eyes turn gloomy.

Dax didn't know how to respond. He just nodded at his mother, even though he felt disappointed.