“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?"


Unyielding, Kira shot back, "I might have little say in your life, but surely I've got a say in Jennie's. I didn't raise her to go against me.

Jennie, enough of the tears! If you won't listen, perhaps you're better off with Sabrina!"

“Waah..." Jennie's sobbing grew louder, echoing in Tyrone's embrace.

Tyrone declared, "If that's how you feel, Jennie won't ever return.

I'LL sort out her residency and schooling right here.”

He then ended the video call.

Given his status and connection, raising Jennie and enrolling her in kindergarten were tasks well within his capabilities.


Tyrone set his phone down with a sigh, gently rubbing Jennie's shoulder. "Hey, Jennie, it's alright. No more tears."

Jennie's tears continued as she nestled into him.

Seeing her distressed, Tyrone tenderly stroked her back, fetched a tissue for her from the table, and handed it over, patiently waiting for her emotions to settle.

Even as she dabbed at her eyes, Jennie's tears flowed.

“Listen, Jennie, you're free to be friends with anyone, alright? You shouldn't feel bound by your grandma's words.”

Drawing close, tears sparkling in her eyes and wetting her lashes, she mustered, “Uncle Tyrone, why does Grandma seem to dislike Aunt Sabrina?"

A shadow crossed Tyrone's expression. It was something he often thought about.