Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter: 754
Sabrina furrowed her brows deeply in thought. Then, after a while, she said, “It sounds Like a good idea. But when the time
comes, don’t force her to choose. After all, Aunt Kira has been Jennie’s closest companion.”
Tyrone gave a wry smile. “If Aunt Kira truly has Jennie’s best interests at heart, she wouldn’t push Jennie away from you based
on personal biases.”
Sabrina meant no harm to Jennie, and since Jennie was fond of her, why should Jennie stay away from her?
With a smile, Sabrina replied gently, “I understand where she’s coming from. Were it my own child, I’d likely protect her from
those I distrust. Don’t judge her too harshly.”
Hearing this, Tyrone recalled Kira’s previous disdain towards Sabrina.
He gazed at her seriously. “If Jennie chooses to remain here, I’d consider officially making her my daughter. And for her well-
being, your name would go down as her biological mother.”
Surprised, Sabrina Locked eyes with Tyrone.
Tyrone presented his idea calmly, saying, “After giving it some thought, this is what I’ve come up with. What do you think?”
Most weren’t aware of the intricacies of their relationship. Claiming Jennie as their own would likely raise no eyebrows.
To prevent unnecessary gossip, this could be the best option.
Sabrina responded cautiously, “Let’s not jump to any decisions just yet.”
After all, winter break was a fleeting month.
Would Jennie really abandon Hoijery, the city she’d called home for four years?
Tyrone’s gaze never left Sabrina’s face.
It was rare for them to converse this calmly, usually only when Jennie was the topic.
Closely watching Sabrina’s reactions, Tyrone inquired, “Jennie mentioned you had Lunch with Trevor?”

He paused, battling an urge to probe deeper into her feelings for Trevor.
But he hesitated to ask.
He flinched.
What if she said yes? What could he possibly do?
“Yes.” Sabrina pulled a cup of coffee from the bag on the table, unaware of the shift in the conversation. “Oh, and Jennie got this
for you.”
Eyeing the cup, Tyrone smirked, “You’re aware I don’t drink this, right?”