Tyrone had encountered the little girl on multiple occasions. During a business trip in July, he paid a visit to Kira and ended up assisting with taking care of Jennie while Kira was occupied. He grew quite fond of the little girl.

“Yes. She went to school. Why don't you stay for dinner tonight? Jennie really misses you."

Sabrina, holding her words, quietly observed the interaction between Tyrone and Kira.

They talked about Cesar‘s health and Tyrone's recent affairs until Tyrone excused himself to take a phone call on the balcony.

With Tyrone's departure, the room grew quiet and tense.

Kira's cold gaze bore into Sabrina, raising a shiver within her.

Rising, Kira made her way to the balcony door. Once Tyrone's call ended, she approached him. "Tyrone."

He pocketed his phone and queried, “Aunt, why aren't you in the living room?"

"I couldn't sit idle. What are you going to do?" Her glance strayed to Sabrina in the living room, clearly referring to the future of their marriage.

Tyrone lifted his gaze and glanced at Sabrina in the distance. “I don't have any plans."

Astonished, Kira queried, "Hasn't Galilea returned to the country?"

"Yes, she has."

"So, you're not contemplating divorce?”

"I will make my own judgment regarding this matter."

"My only concern is for your happiness. As the finest offspring of the Blakely family, your wife should be of comparable nobility at the very least. Sabrina isn't worthy of you. How can you accept her as your wife? Your grandfather's decision to adopt her and arrange your marriage is beyond comprehension!"

“Aunt Kira, I am content. I don't wish to have this conversation again."

Kira gave him a disapproving stare. “Didn't you commit to divorcing her?"

“Aunt Kira!"

Tyrone's eyes swiftly turned to Sabrina, ensuring she hadn't overheard.

"You're no Longer the man you used to be." Kira sighed as she left the room.