Scars Of A Broken Bond

Jennie pursed her lips, stealing a glance at Sabrina. When their eyes met, Jennie buried her face in Sabrina’s arms, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Jennie had always been witty with words. It was the first time she had behaved so bashfully, making her more adorable.

Sabrina, with a gentle smile, cradled Jennie in her arms, patting Jennie on the back. “Are you shy? Haven’t I told you before? You can call me whatever you want.”

Now Sabrina understood why Jennie avoided responding to her classmates’ greetings previously and hurriedly whisked her away as soon as possible when she came to pick Jennie up from school earlier.

It turned out that Jennie was afraid that her classmate would find out the truth.

Jennie had told her classmates that Sabrina was her mother.

Jennie lifted her head, blinking her eyes, and cautiously asked Sabrina, “Do you… Do you think I’m being vain?”

Sabrina, having grown up with her father and faced a lot of discrimination during her own childhood, empathized deeply with Jennie’s feelings and could understand why she did that. Jennie just didn’t want others to know she didn’t have parents.

Such a young child like Jennie recognized the need to be careful in navigating social interactions so she could get along with others.

Sabrina only felt a pang of pity for Jennie.

“It is vanity to compare yourself with others, except maybe in terms of grades. Have you ever boasted that your parents are better than others?”

Jennie recalled a moment when she had once proudly shown off in front of her deskmate that Sabrina had won the first prize in a photography competition. Blinking, she admitted, “A little.”

“In the future, try not to compare yourself to others, alright?”

“Okay!” Jennie nodded her head and snuggled into Sabrina’s arms with a happy grin. She was becoming more and more dependent on Sabrina.

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She really liked Sabrina. If only Sabrina was actually her mother!

“Sabrina, I want to sleep with you tonight,” Jennie pled sweetly.

However, without waiting for Sabrina’s response, Tyrone promptly interjected with a firm “No.”

“Did I ask you?” Jennie poked her small head out of Sabrina’s arms to fix a defiant gaze on Tyrone.

Tyrone was stunned.

A post-dinner debate about who was going to stay with Sabrina unfolded between the determined Jennie and Tyrone.

“You’re turning five soon, and come September, you’ll be in a bigger class. How can you sleep with Sabrina like a baby?” Tyrone settled comfortably on the sofa, his eyebrows raised as he addressed Jennie standing defiantly before him.

“You’re already thirty years old. Why do you still let Sabrina sleep with you?” Undeterred, Jennie curled her lips with disdain. “Why can’t I sleep with her since I am just five years old?”

A ripple of laughter escaped Sabrina as she observed Tyrone’s long face.

Tyrone continued to argue, trying to make a logical point, “Sabrina is my wife. It’s okay for us to sleep together.”