Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 529
Thoughts of his unborn child, who had already taken form but never entered the world, crossed his mind.
If the little one could be born, he would be just as adorable as Jennie was.
“Do you miss me, Uncle? I miss you so much! Are you at your house in Mathias now?” Jennie asked, her chin uplifted in
curiosity.
“Yes, I do miss you, Jennie. I’m at home now, turning his phone to show her his surroundings.
Tyrone confirmed,
“Humph! I don’t believe you! You have Aunt Sabrina. How could you miss me?” She then looked behind him and asked,
“Where’s she?”
Tyrone’s expression froze. “She isn’t well; she’s in the hospital.”
Jennie’s face clouded with worry. “What? She’s unwell? When is she coming home?”
“Several days later.”
“Why not gift her with some sweet cake? She’d certainly appreciate that!”
Tyrone couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sure thing, I’ll bring her some cake.”
Taking over the phone, Kira instructed Jennie, “Jennie, time for you to do your homework.”
A significant time difference existed between the two cities. It was midday in Mathias, but nighttime in the city where Jennie and
Kira resided.
Upon hearing Kira’s directive, the little girl sulked and protested, “But I want to spend time with Uncle Tyrone.”
Kira was well aware that this was a mere excuse to avoid her academic responsibilities.
“If you don’t get your homework done, you won’t get a slice of the cake.”

Jennie dithered for a moment. Finally, the young girl gave in to her sweet tooth, choosing cake over a chat with Tyrone. She
waved a pouty goodbye to him, “Uncle Tyrone, off to do my homework I go! Bye!”
“Off you go. Study hard. I’ll drop by to see you when I can.”
Soon, only Kira remained in the frame of the video call.
She studied Tyrone’s face, probing, “Have you been missing out on sleep lately? You seem weary.”
“Indeed,” Tyrone responded with disinterest, taking a puff from his cigar.
“When did you pick up smoking?” Kira queried in surprise.
“Just recently.”
“Do you know the outcome of the general shareholders’ meeting? Your grandfather held you in high regard.”