Chapter: 115
Since her father's departure, she had refrained from shedding tears in the presence of others.
Being a self-deprecating and vulnerable person, she had constructed an impenetrable fortress around her emotions.
She was just an ordinary individual. Being adopted into the Blakely family was a stroke of luck, but ever since, she had lived a life filled with caution, wariness, and constant observation.
The Blakely family looked down on her, with the sole exception of Tyrone's grandparents who treated her with genuine kindness. Sabrina occasionally wondered whether Tyrone, despite not being in love with her, felt any affection for her at all.
Her assumptions were misguided.
If familial affection was present, she wouldn't be subjected to such heartless treatment.
To him, she mattered less than a mere stranger.
Just like others, he too was unfeeling, his cold-hearted nature surpassing them all. But he cloaked his true feelings under a veil of courteousness, leaving her bewildered.
The car was enveloped in a hushed silence.
Taking a deep breath, Tyrone glanced at her tear-streaked face. His heart tightened.
This was an unfamiliar version of Sabrina.
He was clueless about his own reactions. Her tears seemed to strangle his breath.
After an uncomfortably long silence, he managed to utter, "I'm sorry."
Apologies were his default response, irrespective of the situation.
"Is sorry the only word in your vocabulary? Tyrone, I've realized your heart is as cold as stone!"
Her voice was a mix of rage and sorrow as she wiped the tears from her face
“I will make it up to you."
With a derisive laugh, Sabrina retorted, "And how exactly do you plan to do that? Not divorcing me? Allowing me to quit and leave this place?
You can't give me what I truly desire, so how will you make amends?”
Tyrone's reply was a stony silence.
Sabrina was done arguing. To regain her composure, she took a deep breath and said tersely, "I don't want to talk to you now.”
Tyrone was left without words. His brow furrowed and he was lost in deep thoughts.
The air inside the car grew heavy with tension.
The driver was too frightened to even glance at the rear-view mirror.
The car entered the villa premises and came to a halt in the courtyard.