Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 738
Jennie’s face lost its color as she gently set the tigers down without a word.
Indeed, Tyrone was right beside her. He said, “Aunt Kira, your fears are misplaced. Sabrina, despite our divorce, remains a
member of our family. How could you deem her a stranger?”
“Is her last name Blakely or Chavez? Have you forgotten the current head of the group? Are you certain Sabrina harbors no
ulterior motives?”
Kira’s temper flared, her voice cold and biting. “Why maintain contact with Sabrina after the split? You’re not planning to remarry,
are you? What’s gotten with all of you? Why were you all enchanted by Sabrina? Your grandfather is like this, and so are you
and Jennie! Jennie, avoid going out with her! If you don’t want to, you can forget about calling me Grandma!”
“Waah!”
The phone clattered onto the couch. Jennie, her face washed pale with fear, clutched her dolls, tears streaming down.
She had always been a clever and sensible girl. Tyrone had never seen her cry before, but now she had tears in her eyes, her
lips trembling, caught between holding back and letting go. It pained him to see her in such a state.
He quickly drew her onto his lap, gently murmuring, “Don’t cry, Jennie.”
Scooping up the phone, his face clouded with displeasure, he addressed Kira, “Aunt Kira, let’s set the record straight-remarrying
isn’t what I want. I appreciate all you did for me, but I’m an adult now, and I’d appreciate it if you’d respect my boundaries. As for
Jennie, if she’s fond of Sabrina, let it be. Why dictate a child’s affections?”
Unyielding, Kira shot back, “I might have little say in your life, but surely I’ve got a say in Jennie’s. I didn’t raise her to go against
me.
Jennie, enough of the tears! If you won’t listen, perhaps you’re better off with Sabrina!”
“Waah...” Jennie’s sobbing grew louder, echoing in Tyrone’s embrace.
Tyrone declared, “If that’s how you feel, Jennie won’t ever return.
I’LL sort out her residency and schooling right here.”

He then ended the video call.
Given his status and connection, raising Jennie and enrolling her in kindergarten were tasks well within his capabilities.
Tyrone set his phone down with a sigh, gently rubbing Jennie’s shoulder. “Hey, Jennie, it’s alright. No more tears.”
Jennie’s tears continued as she nestled into him.
Seeing her distressed, Tyrone tenderly stroked her back, fetched a tissue for her from the table, and handed it over, patiently
waiting for her emotions to settle.
Even as she dabbed at her eyes, Jennie’s tears flowed.
“Listen, Jennie, you’re free to be friends with anyone, alright? You shouldn’t feel bound by your grandma’s words.”
Drawing close, tears sparkling in her eyes and wetting her lashes, she mustered, “Uncle Tyrone, why does Grandma seem to
dislike Aunt Sabrina?”