Tyrone looked deep into her eyes, conveying a message straight from his heart. “It's just a simple condition, just don't keep me at arm's length. Give me a fair shot."

Jennie, noticing Sabrina's hesitation, eagerly clasped her hand and pleaded, “Auntie Sabrina, will you give in to Uncle's request? Please?"

Sabrina lifted her gaze, fixing Tyrone with a sharp stare.

It struck her all at once that she had no idea when Tyrone had grown so cunning.

Noticing that she didn't say a word, Tyrone’s expression changed abruptly. He grimaced, clutching his stomach. “Ouch...”

“Uncle, are you okay? Is your stomach hurting again?" Jennie rushed to the bedside and held his hand with worry.

“I'm fine." Tyrone was clearly trying to mask his discomfort.

“It's happened twice in such a short span. Should we call a doctor?"

Sabrina asked.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, Tyrone said, "Why not just let the pain kill me? It's not Like you'd be bothered."

“Fine, fine, you have my word. Happy now?" She shot him a frustrated glance.

After all, she was the one who had the final say.

Tyrone hesitated, then arched an eyebrow. "Truly?"

“You hoping for some play-pretend?" Sabrina retorted.

"Of course not. So, you'LL stand by your promise and not avoid me?"

Tyrone asked.

“I have my own condition as well. No harm or interference towards Trevor. And when I'm with him, you respect our space."

The last thing Sabrina wanted was Trevor suspecting any ongoing ties with Tyrone.

A shadow crossed Tyrone's face.

Jennie sent a series of urgent winks in Tyrone's direction.