Resuming his seat beside Sabrina, Tyrone said, “My aunt has always been like this. Please disregard her comments."

"I understand. I don't often see her, so it's of no concern to me,” Sabrina replied, offering him a reassuring smile.

In the evening, Tyrone ventured out to collect Jennie from school, a favor to Kira.

Sabrina, preferring not to remain alone with Kira, accompanied him.

"How old is she, and what grade is she in?" Sabrina inquired during their journey.

Tyrone responded, "She's four years old, still in pre-school."

“Four years old?" Sabrina expressed her surprise.

She hadn't anticipated Kira adopting such a young child.

"Yes. She addresses me as her uncle and my aunt as her grandmother."

Upon reaching the pre-school, Tyrone, dressed in a suit, stood tall next to their vehicle.

His muscular frame was accentuated by the well-tailored suit as he leaned against the car.

His inherent charm was subtly yet irresistibly evident.

The area where Kira resided was populated mostly by her fellow countrymen, and the majority of the pre-school's students hailed from the same country.

Some parents approached Tyrone for a friendly chat.

As the school day concluded, a crowd of children emerged and rushed to their parents.

Among them, a young girl in pink ran to Tyrone, clutching his leg.

"Uncle! You're here!"

Bending down, Tyrone effortlessly lifted Jennie. "Yes, I'm here. Did you miss me?"

Jennie responded with a kiss on his cheek and a sweet "yes."

With a warm smile, Tyrone opened the back door. "I want to sit in the front," Jennie protested.