With his cane, Cesar rose to his feet.

Breaking away from Tyrone's grasp, Sabrina approached Cesar, Lending her support. “Easy there."

"I'm alright."

Wordlessly, Tyrone circled around to assist Cesar from the other side.

Halting him with a wave of his hand, Cesar reassured, "You don't need to worry about me."

Lynch's assistant tagged along.

Larry, anxious about Cesar's wellbeing, urged Lynch's aide to remain in the house for a while since Cesar was adamant about going home.

Reluctantly, Cesar complied.

Upon reaching their residence, Cesar seemed invigorated.

Sabrina and Tyrone sank into the plush sofa, engaging in light-hearted chatter with Cesar and Wanda.

Soon after, Larry, alongside his spouse, Lena, and their young son, Frankie, paid a visit.

At four, Frankie was a kindergarten attendee, quite the charmer.

Backpack slung over his shoulders, he walked to Cesar and Wanda, cheerfully greeting them.

"Weren't you supposed to be at school today?" Cesar affectionately tousled Frankie's hair.

“Mom and Dad brought me here to visit you. I'm trying to be a good boy."

"You're already a very good boy! Do you recall who these two are?"

Cesar pointed to Sabrina and Tyrone.

Bright eyes sparkling, Frankie glanced at them and exclaimed, “Uncle, Auntie."

"Good job remembering, Frankie." Sabrina acknowledged with a smile.

Overjoyed, Frankie nestled next to Sabrina.