Much to her surprise, her call had yielded no tangible results.

Contemplating this turn of events, Sabrina heaved a silent sigh.

She had hoped to distance herself from Tyrone, but it appeared that doing so was more challenging than she had initially thought.

Their connection ran deep. She was Tyrone's ex-wife and, peculiarly, his adopted sister.

It was Tyrone's influence that granted her a certain level of leverage in such situations.

Had she been an ordinary woman, and Jennie her biological daughter, she might have struggled to secure justice today.

As the police reviewed the surveillance footage, they ascertained that the little boy had indeed caused Jennie to stumble and fall from the slide. Addressing him, the officer remarked, “Young man, it was an unintended accident. She's injured. Extend an apology, and this can be resolved."

Meanwhile, the woman took the opportunity to place another phone call.

She confidently asserted, “Apologizing is out of the question. If you dare take us to the police station, I can assure you there will be consequences, including your suspension."

"I must say, I'm rather taken aback today," Sabrina remarked with a hint of disbelief.

"I understand not everyone possesses a well- rounded education, but it's a fundamental courtesy to offer an apology when one causes others to fall to the ground. How dare you resort to threats against the police!" Sabrina's words were laced with a frigid tone that mirrored her sentiments.

“Who's being rude? What are you talking about?" the woman retorted in feigned ignorance.

Sabrina retorted, "I'm referring to you. Your behavior is a testament to your lack of maturity and reason, which has evidently been passed down to your child. It's quite apparent that you two are related!"

The officer added, "I fail to comprehend your unwavering stubbornness.

Nonetheless, if you're resolute in not apologizing, you can accompany us to the police station. We're unswayed by the prospect of suspension."

The officers surmised that the woman's stubborn facade would eventually crumble during her stay at the police station.

"How dare you lay a hand on us!" the woman exclaimed, remaining seated.

With an air of resolve, the junior officer approached and lifted the woman to her feet.

Suddenly, the boy beside her collapsed to the ground, his face swollen and struggling for breath as he clutched his chest.

The woman's countenance underwent a drastic transformation, her urgent demeanor causing her to break away from the officer as she swiftly scooped up the ailing boy.

"He's having an asthma attack. Get him to the hospital immediately!"

The senior officer, recognizing the urgency of the situation, assumed a grave expression. He directed, "Come with me, along with the child."

Promptly, the boy was rushed to the hospital, and after receiving the necessary medical attention, he gradually recovered.

In the wake of the emergency, Sabrina found it challenging to persist in her arguments. She was exasperated by the obstinacy she had encountered, particularly when it turned out the child had asthma.

Observing Sabrina's evident frustration, Jennie offered her support, saying, “Sabrina, don't be upset. I'm okay.”

Sabrina let out a sigh and proposed, “Let's go and enjoy something delicious."

While they were indulging in their meal, Sabrina received an unexpected call from the police.

"Miss Chavez, Nicol... It's the little boy. His mother wishes to speak with you."

This left her puzzled. Wasn't the woman she had been dealing with the boy's mother?