Finally, the driver arrived with the housekeeper, who stayed with

Sabrina through the night.

The following morning, Sabrina had her dressing changed, and the driver came to take her home.

With the housekeeper's assistance, Sabrina hobbled to the car using crutches.

The car was devoid of any other passengers.

Tyrone was nowhere in sight.

Sabrina held her head low, her lips tightening.

As she gazed out the window at the retreating scenery, she pondered over the disappointment of Tyrone's absence.

She was quick to forgive, but it seemed Tyrone didn't appreciate that.

With her ankle still sore, Sabrina couldn't make it to the office. She requested her assistant to deliver her laptop so she could work from home and take care of daily tasks.

To avoid the struggle of stairs, she chose to remain on the second floor, not venturing outside her room.

The housekeeper brought her meals.

The sound of the door opening hinted at the housekeeper's arrival with her dinner. Absent-mindedly, Sabrina requested, “Just place it on the table, I'll eat later."

"It would be best to eat first and then resume work. It won't take long," Tyrone said.

As she lifted her head, she was taken aback to find Tyrone entering with her food. "You're back from work?"

"Hmm."

As she shut down her computer, Tyrone placed the meal on the bedside table before heading downstairs for his own dinner.

Once she finished, he returned to clear the table.

When he reappeared, Tyrone was holding a bag with her medication.

The bag contained not only the prescribed medication but also the pills she had taken earlier for her "stomach ache."

Watching Tyrone inspect the medicines, Sabrina clutched her clothes nervously.

Tyrone scrutinized two unlabeled bottles and questioned, “These are the medicines you received for your stomachache. Why are they unmarked?"

Sabrina explained nervously, "The pills originally came in boxes, but I transferred them to bottles for convenience since I might have to travel for work next week."

Her explanation seemed plausible, and Tyrone didn't press further.

"Your ankle might not be healed by next week. If it's not very important, have someone else go for you."