Jennie spun around, threw herself into Sabrina's arms, and gazed up at her with a mischievous smile. Her smile was sly and there were no tears on her face.

A mix of surprise and realization dawned on Sabrina's face.

She playfully began tickling Jennie, teasing, “Oh, you little trickster! Pretending to cry, were you?"

Jennie, wriggling away from Sabrina's playful assault, giggled and pleaded, "Please, Aunt Sabrina, no tickling! I'm so sorry. I won't pull that trick again!"

Nearby, Tyrone lounged effortlessly, a hint of a smile on his lips, his gaze radiating warmth as he observed the two of them.

Jennie burst into laughter, nearly shedding tears. She couldn't resist moving closer to Tyrone and climbing onto his lap. “Uncle! Save me!”

Tyrone cradled Jennie with one arm and grasped Sabrina's hand with the other. “Alright, let's take a breather now."

He spoke in a gentle and helpless tone, as if Sabrina were also a child.

His hand, large and fair, had clearly visible blue veins that tightened around hers. The skin on his hand was slightly rough, creating an itchiness.

Sabrina withdrew her hand and said, "I'LL let you go this time."

She let out a deep breath.

She hadn't managed to distance herself this time.

Alright, she thought, this would be the Last time.

Next time, she would stand her ground and refuse.

The driver asked, "Sir, shall we change the route now?"

"No. We'll first head to the villa for some of Jennie's outfits, then proceed to Sabrina’s place."

“Understood.”

The car pulled up to the entrance of the complex. Stepping out, Sabrina grabbed the bag of clothes and escorted Jennie to her apartment.

Bettie was casually sprawled on the couch, engrossed in her phone.


Catching sight of Sabrina, she began, "Did you drop her..."