A Death Sentence Drastically Changes a Person

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."