"Hi there. This is for you. Lance touched her head affectionately and handed her a gift."

Jennie excitedly accepted it and sincerely thanked Lance, "Thank you, uncle. You're so kind."

Lance smiled warmly. "Jennie, I've heard you grew up in Hoijery?"

"Yes."

"In that case, you'll probably adjust well to life in Dracwynne. Do you want to go to Philade with me? I can buy whatever you want for you, and your grandparents will undoubtedly shower you with Lovely gifts," Lance proposed, his words not minced even in Tyrone's presence.

Tyrone's expression darkened, and he retorted, "That won't be necessary."

Lance met Tyrone's gaze, his eyes filled with contempt. "Why the rush, Mr. Blakely? Jennie hasn't said anything yet."

"Lance..." Keilani frowned and shot him a warning look.

"I don't want to go with you!" Jennie frowned at Lance and pouted.

"Uncle, don't bully my dad."

"It seems like you already know how to defend your father," Lance commented.

“Of course I know."

Just then, Royce and his wife went downstairs.

Tyrone took the initiative to introduce Royce to Jennie, "Jennie, this is your grand-uncle.”

Holding several gifts, Jennie looked up at Royce, blinked innocently, and greeted, “Hello.”

With a friendly smile, Royce took a seat on the sofa and addressed Jennie, "Hello there. Your name is Jennie, right?"

"Yes."

“How old are you?"

"Five." Jennie held out her hand proudly and added, "I'll be starting senior class in September."

Royce nodded in approval. "That's good."