"Hi, It's been a while, Bella." Tristan's enchanting voice came from the other end. Causing Bella to hold her cell phone tightly. "How are you?"
"What do you want?" She said coldly.
Tristan's smile slowly turned wry when he heard her cold response. "Can we meet? There's something I need to talk to you..."
Bella didn't say anything.
"I know about our son. We need to talk about him, Bella," he said calmly, though his heart felt hardened as he waited for her answer.
Bella was shocked to hear his words. Countless questions now fill her mind: How could he know about Dax? Did Grandpa Sinclair tell him?
Despite her shock, Bella couldn't find the words to respond. She just stood where she was while holding her cell phone tightly.
"Please give me a time and place. I'll come to you," he said patiently. "If you need more time, just let me know when you're willing to meet."
