Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 849

Chapter: 849

She set the phone aside and found herself Locking eyes with Tyrone.

He looked away quietly, wondering about who she was texting.

Was it perhaps Trevor?

Sabrina shifted her attention, remarking on Jennie’s artwork. “Is that a family portrait

you’re drawing, Jennie?”

Jennie, without looking up, clarified, “No, it’s us. Here’s Uncle, there’s Aunt, and this one is

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me.”

On the paper, two grown-ups strolled on either side, clasping a child in the center,

creating the impression of a family of three at first sight.

Petting Jennie’s hair affectionately, Sabrina remarked, “You have quite the artistic touch,

Jennie.”

Engrossed in his laptop, Tyrone overheard and glanced at the artwork, commenting with a

grin, “Jennie, may I have that painting?”

“I wanted it for myself…” The Little girl hesitated for a while, but finally, she agreed.

“Alright, I’ll give it to you.”

“If you really like it, cherish it,” Tyrone countered.

“I wanted it as a keepsake. I’LL be reminded of Uncle and Aunt and how much I’ll miss

them when I look at it

It was evident she didn’t plan on staying much longer.

With reassurance, Tyrone remarked, “No rush, Jennie. There’s plenty of time before you

leave. Just have fun.”

Sabrina glanced at the clock, noting it was nearing dinner. She proposed, “Jennie, would

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you mind staying with Tyrone tonight? I’ll be back to get you.”

Jennie was surprised and asked, “Aunt, are you planning to have dinner with Trevor

tonight?”

Tyrone stared at Sabrina with burning eyes.

Feeling the weight of his stare, Sabrina felt a bit uncomfortable.

“Yes. After sorting things with the suppliers, he wanted to thank me over dinner.”

Jennie didn’t know what happened to the Faulkner family’s situation Sabrina’s last

statement felt more Like a justification for Tyrone than an explanation to Jennie.

She soon recognized that perhaps no explanation was necessary.

“I’d Love to come too.”

“I’m sorry, Jennie. This dinner isn’t for kids. Can you look after