had an accident and fell."

“Why is there a mark that looks like a slap?" Tyrone asked.

She lowered her head in silence.

Tyrone scooped her up into his arms and carried her down the stairs.

“Let's get you to the hospital right away.”

Gently, Tyrone placed Sabrina in the back seat of the car and carefully checked her over.

Her forehead had a bruise with two Band-Aids. The left side of her face was red and swollen, with a clear handprint, and her right foot appeared sore.

He gently lifted her right foot to remove her boot, but she winced and pulled her foot away.

Holding onto her Leg, Tyrone tried again. When he carefully removed her boot, he could see her swollen ankle even though she had a sock on.

Overall, she looked battered and bruised.

Tyrone's tone was gentle, but his eyes were dark with fury. "Sabrina, what happened? How did you get these injuries? Who hurt you?"

After a few seconds of silence, Sabrina said, "It's none of your business."

"Sabrina!"

Confronted by Tyrone's questioning eyes, Sabrina turned away and closed her eyes.

Tyrone grappled with her words.

Frustration and anger welled up within him.

Did she believe he wouldn't uncover the truth if she stayed silent?

Who could subject her to such suffering and evade discovery?

At the business dinner party, Tyrone didn't drink any alcohol. His assistant, Kylan, drank the wine for him and was later driven home.

Tyrone headed to the hospital, carrying Sabrina to the orthopedics department and helping her into a chair. Then he explained their reason for the visit to the doctor.