"But there's something you should know. I don't have a good relationship with your father's parents. They hate me," Bella told him.
Dax frowned, "What about my father? Was he mean to you, too?"
"No. Your father was never mean to me, but he ignored me and didn't love me..." Bella wanted to say that, but of course, she couldn't. She wasn't the type of woman who would speak ill of her child's father.
Bella smiled at him before saying, "Your father is a nice person. However, we're just not right for each other—" she paused to take a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Dax. I can't tell you more details about why we divorced. I hope you can understand..." She ruffled his hair gently.
"Mom, I understand," Dax said, lifting his chubby little hand and holding hers. He tapped it gently and smiled at it. "No need to explain anything, mom..."
Bella felt warm inside when she saw how cute Dax looked now. "Thank you, darling... You are so kind and sweet. I love you."
