The elevator arrived at the basement level.

Just as Sabrina was about to step inside, Tyrone gently clasped her wrist and murmured, “Hold on. I have something to tell you."

“Release me!" Sabrina responded frigidly. "I have no desire to engage in conversation with you."

“Just a few moments,” Tyrone persisted.

Sabrina rolled her eyes with an irritated sigh, her glance momentarily flitting toward Bettie.

Bettie comprehended the unspoken message and leaned in to whisper to Sabrina, “Don't make any promises to forgive Galilea."

Having imparted her advice, Bettie entered the elevator. Its doors closed and it commenced its gradual ascent.

Directing her gaze back to Tyrone, Sabrina inquired, “What is it that you wish to convey? Speak your mind."

As Tyrone prepared to articulate his thoughts, Sabrina interjected, "If you intend to coax me into composing a letter of understanding, you may as well go back now."

"No, I won't ask you to write any such letter," Tyrone replied with unwavering seriousness. “Regarding what transpired earlier today... I am genuinely relieved that you emerged unscathed."

“Your concern is duly noted. Is there anything else?" Sabrina quirked an eyebrow.

Observing Sabrina's cool detachment, instead of provoking anger, Tyrone found a hidden sense of elation burgeoning within his heart.

A wry smile danced across his lips, and he arched an eyebrow as he mused, "Are you upset, Sabrina? Could it be that jealousy has found its way into your heart? Right? You're fond of me too, aren't you..."

Sabrina's response seemed to treat his words as if they were a jest. “Don't be absurd. Is there anything else you wish to discuss? If not, I'll head upstairs."

A mask of consternation descended upon Tyrone's countenance. Hastily, he clasped her hand and implored, “Wait a moment. You've contacted the police. Aren't you concerned that Galilea might not cooperate as a witness?”

Given that Sabrina had refrained from alerting the authorities earlier, it was apparent that she intended to Leverage this situation to compel Galilea into swift testimony.

Despite her reluctance to forge a connection with Trevor, her willingness to delve into this case, and her readiness to assume the role of Galilea's assistant in her quest for retribution over her father's death, why had she suddenly chosen to notify the police late at night?

Was she not apprehensive that Galilea might decline to testify?

Arching an eyebrow, Sabrina retorted with a sneer, "What's the matter? Are you concerned for her well-being? Do you sympathize with her?"

“You know that's not what I meant.” hen what precisely did you mean?" jalilea and I are not what you assume..."