Scars Of A Broken Bond

Chapter 856

Chapter: 856

“You should head to bed, Uncle. Get some sleep,” Jennie suggested.

He gave a slight shake of his head. “I’ll stay up a bit longer, waiting for your aunt.”

Glancing at her wristwatch and letting out a yawn, Jennie remarked, “It’s almost nine. Aunt Sabrinashould be here any minute, shouldn’t she?”

“It should be soon…” Tyrone murmured, a flicker of pain evident in his eyes.

Jennie’s Little head drooped further, and she eventually drifted off to sleep on the couch, unable to stayawake any longer

Gently, Tyrone picked her up, settling her in bed under the covers.

He went back to his spot on the couch, eyes fixated on the door, anticipating Sabrina‘s return.

After dropping Trevor off, Sabrina made her way back to the hospital.

Upon reaching the room’s entrance, she knocked and entered, only to be met with Tyrone’s piercinggaze.

Caught off guard, she scanned the room, noting the covered figure in the bed. “Has Jennie gone tosleep?”

“Yes.” Tyrone’s gaze remains fixed on her, his eyes intense and piercing, as if attempting to see intoher soul.

“Why are you staring at me Like that?” Under his intense stare, Sabrina started to feel uneasy.

His gaze shifted downward. “Are you taking Jennie home tonight? Or is she staying here?”

With a gentle smile, Sabrina replied, “I’ll be taking her. It’s not ideal for her here.”

She walked to the bedside.novelbin

Jennie was snugly wrapped in the quilt, only her head peeking out.

The sight of the child’s peaceful sleep, punctuated by occasional little lip smacks.

This left Sabrina hesitant to disturb her.

Playfully, she prodded Jennie’s soft cheek, which had the plush feel of a baby’s butt, springy to thetouch.

Accidentally, her hand brushed against someone behind her. Turning around, Sabrina was taken abackto see Tyrone standing silently close.

His deep-set eyes, as dark as midnight, remained unblinkingly locked onto hers.

Their gazes intertwined, and a chill raced down Sabrina’s spine, as if she had been grazed by anunseen presence. “Tyrone? How do you move so silently?”