Taking over the phone, Kira instructed Jennie, “Jennie, time for you to do your homework."

A significant time difference existed between the two cities. It was midday in Mathias, but nighttime in the city where Jennie and Kira resided.

Upon hearing Kira's directive, the little girl sulked and protested, “But I want to spend time with Uncle Tyrone."

Kira was well aware that this was a mere excuse to avoid her academic responsibilities.

"If you don't get your homework done, you won't get a slice of the cake."

Jennie dithered for a moment. Finally, the young girl gave in to her sweet tooth, choosing cake over a chat with Tyrone. She waved a pouty goodbye to him, “Uncle Tyrone, off to do my homework I go! Bye!"

“Off you go. Study hard. I'll drop by to see you when I can."

Soon, only Kira remained in the frame of the video call.

She studied Tyrone's face, probing, "Have you been missing out on sleep lately? You seem weary."

"Indeed," Tyrone responded with disinterest, taking a puff from his cigar.

"When did you pick up smoking?" Kira queried in surprise.

“Just recently."

"Do you know the outcome of the general shareholders’ meeting? Your grandfather held you in high regard."

With downcast eyes, Tyrone admitted, "I'm aware. I feel a pang of guilt for Grandpa."

“Why the guilt? Perhaps he realized his mistake before passing away, understood that he shouldn't have forced you into a union with Sabrina."

Tyrone remained silent.

Undeterred, Kira continued, "I heard that Sabrina is expecting? Is her hospitalization due to the baby?"

Tyrone hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, confessing in a soft voice, "No, she suffered a miscarriage."

Taken aback, Kira voiced her thoughts. "Perhaps it's for the best.

Divorcing her would be more challenging if a child were involved. Now that your grandpa is no longer here, when do you plan to divorce her?"