Female Novel
Chapter 1262
Tyrone replied, “She mentioned that she regrets not guiding Larry better and that she’s filled withsorrow when reminiscing.”
Sabrina cast one more curious glance at him before heading downstairs.
With kindergarten nearly letting out, Tyrone instructed the driver to pick up Jennie before heading to arestaurant for dinner.
As they enjoyed their meal, Tyrone’s phone interrupted the conversation.
He retrieved it from his suit pocket, noting that it was a call from Kira.
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“I need to take this call.” Tyrone excused himself and left the dining area.
Gazing at the familiar name, he answered the phone.
“Hello? Tyrone?”
A familiar female voice came through the phone.
After a brief pause, she continued, “I know you’re listening. You’ve learned the truth about yourself,right?”
Tyrone replied in a hushed tone, “Yes. What’s on your mind?”
Kira hadn’t anticipated Tyrone would still be so indifferent when he knew she was his biological mother.Frustration simmered as she spoke with patience.
“Tyrone, I want to come back, to be with you, to make amends…”
Tyrone’s response was swift and unyielding, “No.”
Without hesitation, he continued, “You should stay abroad. That way, I still acknowledge you as mymother but don’t expect warmth from me.
Otherwise, don’t be surprised if I turn cold and ruthless.”
The boy who had yearned for a mother’s warmth in his youth had grown into a thirty-year-old man whono longer felt the need for a mother.
His attitude toward Kira was conditional. If Kira treated him well and didn’t harm Sabrina, he would treather well.
If Kira crossed that line, her reception would be far from welcoming.
Kira was taken aback, a mixture of shock, anger, and confusion clouding her tone.novelbin
“Tyrone, I’m your mother! Is this how you treat your own mother? Is it because of that woman? Don’t beabsurd!
Larry killed her father. You two will never have a peaceful life together. Do you think she holds nogrudge against you? You’re dreaming if you believe she’ll be with you one day!”
Tyrone halted, his tone laced with puzzlement.
“I’m struggling to grasp your animosity toward Sabrina. Could it stem from the Rita, Horace’s secondwife?”