Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 375

"So, you're not contemplating divorce?"

"I will make my own judgment regarding this matter."

"My only concern is for your happiness. As the finest offspring of the Blakely family, your wife should be of comparable nobility at the very least. Sabrina isn't worthy of you. How can you accept her as your wife? Your grandfather's decision to adopt her and arrange your marriage is beyond comprehension!"

"Aunt Kira, I am content. I don't wish to have this conversation again."

Kira gave him a disapproving stare. "Didn't you commit to divorcing her?"

"Aunt Kira!"

Tyrone's eyes swiftly turned to Sabrina, ensuring she hadn't overheard.

"You're no longer the man you used to be." Kira sighed as she left the room.

Resuming his seat beside Sabrina, Tyrone said, "My aunt has always been like this. Please disregard her comments."

"I understand. I don't often see her, so it's of no concern to me," Sabrina replied, offering him a reassuring smile.

In the evening, Tyrone ventured out to collect Jennie from school, a favor to Kira.

Sabrina, preferring not to remain alone with Kira, accompanied him.

"How old is she, and what grade is she in?" Sabrina inquired during their journey.

Tyrone responded, "She's four years old, still in pre-school."

"Four years old?" Sabrina expressed her surprise. She hadn't anticipated Kira adopting such a young child.

"Yes. She addresses me as her uncle and my aunt as her grandmother."

Upon reaching the pre-school, Tyrone, dressed in a suit, stood tall next to their vehicle.

His muscular frame was accentuated by the well-tailored suit as he leaned against the car.

His inherent charm was subtly yet irresistibly evident.

The area where Kira resided was populated mostly by her fellow countrymen, and the majority of the pre-school's students hailed from the same country.

Some parents approached Tyrone for a friendly chat.

As the school day concluded, a crowd of children emerged and rushed to their parents.

Among them, a young girl in pink ran to Tyrone, clutching his leg,