Tyrone was speechless.

“Come on, Aunt Sabrina, don't be harsh on Uncle Tyrone! It's not Like he wished for this."

“He didn't wish for this? Then why drink excessively, fully aware of his stomach issues?" Sabrina countered.

“Because Uncle Tyrone was so sad that night!" Jennie pretended to sigh and lowered her eyebrows. “He Loves you a lot..."

“Jennie," Sabrina said, her tone frosty.

Jennie immediately covered her mouth with her hands and blinked at

Tyrone.

“Don't blame her. She's telling the truth," Tyrone said, staring at Sabrina's eyes.

Sabrina's heart missed a beat. “So what? That's in the past. I can't come back just because you're harming yourself.”

"I'm not using this to manipulate you. I just hope you don't shut me out entirely. Please don't give me up completely. Please give me a chance to compete with Trevor." Tyrone cautiously observed her expression, and his large hand couldn't help but tighten.

“Ouch, Uncle, that's too tight," Jennie reminded him.

“I'm sorry." Tyrone quickly released Jennie’s hand.

Sabrina averted her gaze, choosing to remain silent.

Handing the broom back, she asked Jennie, “Stay and keep your uncle company. I need to go."

Tyrone's expression grew somber.

Did she still refuse to stay?

“No!" Jennie leaped from the bed, clutching Sabrina's legs. “Aunt, please stay! I don't want you to go!”

Patting Jennie's head, Sabrina advised, “Stay by your uncle's side, ensure he takes care of himself."

“No! Uncle Tyrone, say something! Aunt Sabrina's Leaving!" Jennie shot desperate glances at Tyrone.

In a subdued tone, Tyrone responded, “Let her be, Jennie. I'm not a part of her world anymore. Even if something happened to me right now, it wouldn't affect her."