Sabrina's patience wore thin. She shot Kira a frigid glare.

“Kira! My association with Blayze is a private matter! Unless you have something else to discuss, I shall take my leave."

“Stop!" Kira commanded.

Sabrina continued walking.

In a warning tone, Kira cautioned, “Sabrina, I'm warning you. If you ever do anything to harm Tyrone, I won't let you off Lightly!"

Sabrina felt perplexed, climbed into her car, and slammed the door shut.

Observing the departing vehicle, Kira clenched her fists in frustration.

Sabrina was beginning to remind Kira of Sabrina's mother, a flighty, unpredictable bitch!

Disregarding Kira, Sabrina made her way directly to the Law enforcement station, her determined strides unswayed by any distraction.

Galilea remained in detention.

The officer, with an air of authority, ushered Sabrina into an interrogation chamber. Seated across the table, Galilea remained ensconced in a chair, her gaze fixed with a fiery intensity.

Upon the arrival of Sabrina, Galilea's eyes locked onto her, a tempest of emotions simmering beneath the surface. Words clamored at the tip of her tongue but the sight of the officer at Sabrina's side compelled her to restrain herself.

“You two may converse. I shall depart momentarily. Do not prolong your discussion," the officer announced before gracefully exiting the room, leaving the two women alone.

In the dimly lit chamber, Galilea cast a piercing glare in Sabrina's direction, a trace of malevolence glinting within her eyes, coupled with a hint of exasperation. "Sabrina, I promised to testify on the second day. How dare you break your promise and call the officer!"

With a wry and sardonic smile, Sabrina pulled her chair closer, positioning herself squarely across from Galilea.

“Isn't it you who broke your promise? Do you believe I am unaware of your ploys to obstruct the investigation and tip Zeke off? Right from the outset, you harbored no intention to testify!"

Galilea retorted, her voice fraught with incredulity. "This is ridiculous! Zeke was the very criminal who abducted me years ago. How could I possibly inform him?"

Undeterred, Sabrina held her ground, her tone resolute.

“Your phone records have been investigated. A call to Zeke is plainly evident," Sabrina asserted, punctuating her words with a scornful grin. "How much do you hate me? Perhaps even surpassing the kidnappers?"

In their endeavor to piece together Galilea‘s intricate plan, the station's technical experts meticulously resurrected fragments of Facebook chats and call logs from Galilea’s mobile phone.