Just a day ago, she'd assured him she wouldn't distance herself intentionally, even granting him a fair shot against Trevor.

That very day, she'd acknowledged his feelings for Galilea.

Yet tonight, she was with Trevor.

Had Trevor become so dear to her?

Where did he stand in her life?

Biting down hard, Tyrone struggled to keep the anguish and bitterness at bay as he switched off his phone.

He sank into the couch, an arm draped over his eyes. Emotions he'd bottled up for so long threatened to burst forth. His anger felt strong enough to set the world alight, while his grief seemed overwhelming enough to eclipse all joy.

In the dark depths of his heart, a sinister notion slowly pierced through the chilly and damp ground, taking root and blooming.

If she chose to play such games, he would lock her up, and break her wings, ensuring she remained dutifully at his side.

“Is everything alright, Uncle?" Jennie's voice trembled with concern.

Her innocent voice was a beacon of light during a stormy moment, easing the tension in Tyrone's heart.

He lifted his arm, meeting Jennie's eyes with his own. "It's alright,

Jennie. I'm just worn out."

“You should head to bed, Uncle. Get some sleep," Jennie suggested.

He gave a slight shake of his head. "I'll stay up a bit longer, waiting for your aunt."

Glancing at her wristwatch and letting out a yawn, Jennie remarked, “It's almost nine. Aunt Sabrina should be here any minute, shouldn't she?"

“It should be soon..." Tyrone murmured, a flicker of pain evident in his eyes.

Jennie's Little head drooped further, and she eventually drifted off to sleep on the couch, unable to stay awake any longer

Gently, Tyrone picked her up, settling her in bed under the covers.

He went back to his spot on the couch, eyes fixated on the door, anticipating Sabrina‘s return.