Dax turned to look at his mother before continuing, "Mom, don't be stressed. It's not okay for the twins. Please relax. Daddy will take care of everything."
Bella tried to hold back a laugh when she heard her son's advice.
She felt she was talking to Tristan, not her five-year-old son, Dax.
'Gosh! Why is this little man so similar to Tristan!?' she thought, amused.
Bella didn't want Dax to feel bad, so she smiled at him and said, "I will listen to my genius son. Alright, finish your muesli and milk..."
"Mom, I want to go with Dad to the hospital. May I go?" Dax visibly pleaded.
Before Bella could answer, Tristan appeared behind them, looking neat in his black suit. He smiled at them as he approached the dining table.
"Not today, buddy. I need you here to accompany Mommy and the twins. But I will take you with me tomorrow to take Grandpa to his forever resting place. How about that?" Tristan answered Dax, tapping his head gently before sitting next to Bella.
