"You're a bit too young for that; maybe when you're older.”

Jennie's eyes widened, her voice earnest. "Then you must save the seat just for me!"

Without uttering a word, Tyrone seated Jennie in the back seat.

Once Jennie settled down, Sabrina, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around with a smile and greeted, "Hello, Jennie."

Upon seeing Sabrina, Jennie froze, her lips pouting. "Who are you? Why are you sitting in the passenger seat?"

Amused by her indignant expression, Sabrina replied, "I'm your uncle's wife."

Jennie's disbelief was evident in her wide eyes.

"You don't believe me? You can ask your uncle."

Jennie turned to Tyrone, who had just settled in the driver's seat, and questioned, "Uncle, is this woman your wife?"

Buckling his seat belt, Tyrone glanced at Jennie through the rearview mirror, nodding in affirmation. "Yes, she is my wife. You should refer to her as Aunt Sabrina."

Jennie's face fell as she sighed dramatically. "Uncle Tyrone, I'm disappointed in you! I won't speak to you anymore!"

With a comforting smile, Sabrina released her seatbelt and relocated to the back seat. "I'll sit with Jennie."

The precocious child cast a quick glance at Sabrina, declaring, "You're my love rival!"

Upon seeing Jennie's serious demeanor, Sabrina couldn't hold back her laughter. “Indeed, I guess I am your rival in love."

Just then, Tyrone's phone rang. He connected a Bluetooth headset to answer the call. "What's the issue?"

His tone was grave.

Sabrina watched his frown deepen in the rearview mirror.

Although she couldn't hear the other end of the call, Tyrone's reply hinted at the problem. "Understood! No more excuses. I'LL handle it later."

With that, he ended the call, removed his headset and stored it away.

"What was that about?" Sabrina asked, concerned.