Kira was stunned momentarily and then angrily retorted, "Tyrone, are you so smitten with her that you'd make such excuses? Aren't you concerned she might go back to her ex? Remember, they share a child!"

Kira's words carried a deeper meaning.

Tyrone's expression darkened. He clenched his fist briefly, then relaxed.

“Aunt, you're overthinking. I've arranged for her protection. I'm well aware of who she's been in contact with. But from what you're suggesting, you seem to know the man. Is he from Philade?"

Kira laughed softly, shaking her head.

"I'm not sure. But I clearly recall meeting her in June. The baby she was carrying then looked about seven or eight months along. She must have gotten pregnant after coming here."

In the photo, Sabrina wore a dress. It suggested summer.

Tyrone had accepted this. Sabrina had lost her memory about all these.

He wouldn't show anything around her. Yet, every time he thought of the baby, a touch of sadness crept into his heart.

After a pause, Tyrone said earnestly, "Let's not discuss this further.

You invited me out here. I thought you missed me and wanted to catch up. But if this is what you want to talk about, I'm afraid I can't keep you company.”

Seeing Tyrone defend Sabrina made Kira furious. If only she had known, she would have driven Sabrina out when the Blakely family took Sabrina in.

Yet, Kira knew she had to swallow her anger since Tyrone wasn't showing her much respect. She couldn't just fall out with him.

“Fine, we won't talk about her. I was so worried when I heard about your incident. I rushed back and got people to help. Thankfully, you're alright."

“Thank you, aunt." Tyrone trusted Kira's words. Except for Kira's hostility toward Sabrina, he always found Kira kind to him.

“Don't be so polite to me. You're my child. I have to protect you."

Their conversation flowed smoothly whenever they avoided talking about Sabrina.

Kira inquired about Wanda and Jennie, and Tyrone responded.

Without realizing, they had chatted for over an hour.

Tyrone got his schedule. Glancing at his watch, he remarked, “It's late. Aunt, where's your house? I can drive you home."