Sabrina remained silent.

“Besides, if he's photographed with you, it could potentially harm his career." Tyrone carefully observed her reaction as he continued.

Unlike Bradley, Tyrone was capable of protecting Galilea and she wasn't obligated to appease her fans.

Bradley, despite his impressive acting skills, was more of an idol.

There was no denying Tyrone's reasoning was logical.

However, Sabrina wasn't about to concede and accept Tyrone's counsel.

"I appreciate your advice. But if I truly care for someone, none of these are significant issues. They are all problems that can be overcome."

Tyrone's face fell stiff as he tightened his lips, a clear sign of his displeasure.

Sabrina had developed strong feelings for Bradley, to the point where she was willing to compromise her own principles for him.

"Is there something more?" Sabrina questioned him.

"What did you do last night?"

"I don't owe you an explanation."

She echoed the words Tyrone had once thrown at her, returning the same sentiment.

Tyrone's brow furrowed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his voice growing stern. "Sabrina, don't rush into things!"

Clearly, her affection for him was so profound that she was unable to heed any advice.

He wished nothing but joy for Sabrina, but Bradley, in his opinion, was a terrible fit for her.

"What makes you think I'm rushing?"

"I just worry about you. Bradley might not be the one for you. I hope you'll think this through. Don't act in a way you'll regret later."

"You think I'LL regret? What are you implying? Having an affair?" She arched her brow, questioning him.

Tyrone remained quiet.

“Rest assured, I won't betray you until we officially separate. But you.. You've been unfaithful for quite some time." With a sneer, Sabrina turned around and left him behind.

Coming from a humble and honest background, she had already formed her moral compass when she joined the Blakely family at sixteen.

Being unfaithful to her husband was unthinkable for Sabrina.

Moral boundaries, she thought, were imposed on common folk like her, not on the wealthy elite.

In the world of high society, infidelity was commonplace.