“Waah!"

The phone clattered onto the couch. Jennie, her face washed pale with fear, clutched her dolls, tears streaming down.

She had always been a clever and sensible girl. Tyrone had never seen her cry before, but now she had tears in her eyes, her lips trembling, caught between holding back and letting go. It pained him to see her in such a state.

He quickly drew her onto his lap, gently murmuring, "Don't cry, Jennie."

Scooping up the phone, his face clouded with displeasure, he addressed Kira, "Aunt Kira, let's set the record straight-remarrying isn't what I want. I appreciate all you did for me, but I'm an adult now, and I'd appreciate it if you'd respect my boundaries. As for Jennie, if she's fond of Sabrina, let it be. Why dictate a child's affections?"