But Keilani didn't want to press it. If she took the initiative to talk to him, he would look down upon her even more.

Suppressing her frustration, Keilani strode to a nearby cabinet, pretending to search for something. She casually retrieved a band-aid, closed the drawer, and, with a fleeting glance at Tyrone, went back upstairs.

However, the reluctance lingered, and Keilani couldn't accept it.

Turning back, she finally approached Tyrone, stopping in front of the table. In an attempt to break the silence, she asked, "Are you looking for my uncle?"

"Yes," Tyrone affirmed with a nod.

The conversation stagnated into silence once more.

Keilani was frustrated. She had just made it quite clear that Kaleb was her uncle. Why did Tyrone still treat her so coldly?

Puzzled by his lack of surprise or curiosity about her identity, Keilani's heart felt heavy with disappointment.

Biting her lip, she couldn't resist asking, "What do you want from my uncle?"

Tyrone easily discerned Keilani's intentions with just one glance. It was clear that she wanted to get closer to him. But her arrogance and his previous mocking words left her feeling embarrassed to approach him. As a result, she resorted to subtle hints and indirect approaches, which only seemed contradictory.

The last time Tyrone had experienced similar tactics was back in high school.

Back then, a young girl had used a flimsy excuse to offer him breakfast. When he declined her offer, her face cycled through shades of red and pale. She snatched the breakfast back and retorted defiantly, "Fine. I don't want to give this to you anyway!"

The little girl returned to her seat irritably. During the class, she took a pen and asked him, “Hey, is this yours? I found it on the floor just now."

Tyrone could tell Keilani had been pampered by her family since birth.

However, women like Keilani only struck Tyrone as childish. He couldn't possibly develop feelings for her.

"I have something important to discuss with Royce," Tyrone began, but his words merely hung in the air.

Keilani felt frustrated. She had more questions, but she feared he would only dislike her even more.

Just then, a steady footsteps approached, announcing the arrival of a man who appeared to be in his fifties. He exuded an air of elegance and gentleness, but his presence commanded respect.

Upon seeing the man, Tyrone promptly stood up and nodded respectfully.

“Mr. Nelson."