With a deep inhalation, Galilea gracefully swept her hair aside and spoke. "I believe I need not specify a particular film or the like. My requirement is simply to reinstate my resources to their former state.” She alluded to the period preceding Cesar's demise.

Tyrone nodded sagely, affirming, “Consider it done."

“I have another condition," Galilea interjected.

“Please, go on.”

Galilea's lips curled into a knowing smile. “A dinner soirée is slated in a few days. I would appreciate your presence as my escort. After the soirée concludes, I will testify."

After a momentary pause, Tyrone consented, “Agreed.”

Galilea's laughter was tinged with cynicism. “You'd go to great lengths for her, wouldn't you? Aren't you concerned she might misconstrue our connection when she sees us together?"

“That's not your concern.”

The other day, Sabrina noticed the peculiar way in which Galilea regarded her. It seemed as if Galilea were scrutinizing her. Since this morning, Galilea had been excessively domineering, quick to anger over trivial matters.

“What's troubling you today?" Sabrina inquired during their break, her eyebrows arched inquisitively.

“I envy your destiny. You are exceptionally fortunate,” Galilea uttered these words suddenly, her gaze fixed on Sabrina.

They had both crossed paths with the same man, yet their destinies had diverged dramatically.

Clutching the script in her hand, Galilea was consumed by jealousy. The contrast in their lives stemmed from their fathers.

As a devoted father, Connor was prepared to sacrifice everything for Sabrina, even though Sabrina was not his biological child. He cherished Sabrina as his own.

In contrast, Osiris, Galilea's biological father, had proven ineffectual. He met his end as a coward.

She didn't wish for Osiris to perish on her behalf but, even if he had possessed greater drive, akin to her uncle, she would not have found herself in this woeful predicament.

Her heart brimmed with resentment toward Osiris.

Sabrina raised her eyebrows, a tinge of surprise adorning her face, and a self-deprecating smile graced her Lips. "Why would you think that?"

Her childhood had been marked by the divorce of her parents and the gradual loss of her grandparents. The tragic death of her father in a car accident happened when she was at a young age and the heartbreaking loss of her unborn child in her youth. She wouldn't deem herself fortunate.

Perhaps, in Galilea's perspective, marrying Tyrone was akin to receiving a divine blessing.