The journey was but a few strides, yet every eye in the vicinity was trained upon her. Some onlookers jeered, while others observed the unfolding drama. Galilea, however, felt nothing but torment.

Outwardly composed, Galilea approached the police officers and inquired, "Sir, how may I assist you?"

One of the policemen presented his identification and solemnly stated, “Are you Galilea? You are presently implicated in a criminal investigation. Kindly accompany us to facilitate our inquiries."

The law enforcement officers escorted Galilea away and Sabrina too chose to depart from the scene.

Within the hall, a cacophony of voices reverberated through the air, punctuated by furtive glances cast in Tyrone's direction.

With Denzel's assistance, the atmosphere in the hall was reinvigorated with liveliness.

Tyrone courteously uttered, "Excuse me," to the gentleman beside him before making his exit.

Sabrina, after presenting her evidence and rendering her statement, emerged from the interrogation room to find that the clock had already struck ten in the evening.

Sauntering toward Bettie, who patiently awaited her in the hallway, Sabrina softly murmured, "Shall we depart?"

“Are you all right?" Concern laced Bettie's inquiry as she stowed away her phone.

Sabrina responded reassuringly, “Yes, I'll be at their disposal should the police require any further assistance.”

Bettie had been apprised of the noonday incident beforehand, and her heart brimmed with righteous indignation. “What a repugnant individual! You can't let compassion cloud your judgment. If anyone comes pleading for your forgiveness, you can't acquiesce. Galilea must face the consequences!" Bettie's words held significance.

“I understand. My heart won't waver," Sabrina affirmed with a gentle smile.

Even if Galilea were to approach her now with an offer to testify immediately, Sabrina wouldn't yield to sentimentality.

As they exited the police station, a chilling gust of wind swept through the vicinity.

The streets were desolately sparsely populated.

Sabrina's vehicle was stationed curbside.

A black car in the rear, adorned with twin flashing Lights, stood out prominently in the nocturnal ambiance.

Casting a sidelong glance at the license plate number, Sabrina arched an eyebrow, a trace of irony briefly shimmering in her eyes

That vehicle belonged to none other than Tyrone.