“If you genuinely care for me, stop talking about your uncle. We won't ever be a couple. And if you bring it up again, I'll resent both you and him. Got it?"

Jennie's cheerful demeanor vanished instantly. Her expressions morphed rapidly from understanding to concern, then to dread. Tentatively, she inquired, "Do you really despise my uncle that much?"

“Yes, very much.”

Clutching Sabrina‘’s arm tightly, the little girl murmured, “Alright. I promise not to bring him up again."

Deep down, Jennie felt a pang of sadness.

Tyrone was really useless.

Was he truly ready to move on?

Was Sabrina going to marry Trevor?

How could that man ever be worthy of her?

“Good girl!" Sabrina responded, patting Jennie's head affectionately.

On Monday morning, Sabrina dropped Jennie off at Tyrone's place.

She didn't even step foot inside, simply letting Jennie carry her bag of clothes in by herself.

Once inside, Jennie tossed her bag onto a table, her lips pursed in frustration. She sank into the sofa, asking, "Karen, is my uncle around?"

“He didn't come home last night."

A wave of annoyance rushed over Jennie, causing her to give the table a good kick.

Where on earth had he gone?

Had something happened the previous day?

He was really useless.

Grabbing a milk bottle from the kitchen, she lounged on the sofa, taking a sip. She then used her smartwatch to dial Tyrone's number.

It seemed like ages before someone picked up.