Midway through, she had a sudden thought and changed the topic. “Damon said you had a stomach ache. How are you feeling now?"

Tyrone shook his head slightly and had a sip of the water. “I'm fine now."

“Are you really? Then why is there blood?" Sabrina scolded.

Tyrone thumbed his nose and said, "It doesn't hurt as much anymore."

When he heard Sabrina reprimand him with her stern expression, Tyrone felt a sense of relief and joy in his heart.

It meant she did have feelings for him and was concerned about his well-being.

They seemed like a typical couple, with the wife showing concern and gently chiding her husband.

“Is there blood, Uncle Tyrone? Let me rub it to make it better." Jennie rubbed Tyrone's abdomen with her chubby Little hands.

Her touch was so gentle that it felt Like tickling to Tyrone.

He smiled and took hold of her Little hand, reassuring her. "It doesn't hurt, Jennie."

“Uncle, are you going to have an operation? Damon said the doctors are going to remove your stomach. How will you eat after that?" Jennie asked with concern.

“Just a small part of my stomach. Don't worry, I will be able to eat."

But the thought of it sent a shiver down Jennie’s spine. “When will you have the operation?"


"I'm still not sure." Tyrone stole a quick look at Sabrina. "The doctors are waiting for the right moment, ensuring I'm stable enough for the operation."

Sabrina surmised that it might be due to his current physical state, which possibly needed some improvement before he could undergo surgery.

“I'L wait in the hallway during your operation," Jennie offered.

“You're sweet, Jennie," Tyrone praised.

“Your hand looks so thin," Jennie observed.

Sabrina, folding her arms, remarked while eyeing Tyrone, “His hand is practically skin and bones now."