A sudden surge of bitterness and unease coursed through him, casting a shadow over his heart.

Before their divorce, Sabrina and Tyrone never made their marriage public. Except for the phone calls from Kylan, Sabrina wouldn't answer other people's calls for Tyrone, but she wouldn't avoid his phone either.

However, after their wedding anniversary, she stopped checking his phone.

Sabrina no longer Left the Light on for him when he returned late, nor did she prepare his suit and tie for the next day. She didn't care if he had eaten on time and no longer affectionately called his name. But Tyrone was oblivious to these changes.

Slowly, she began to distance herself from him.

However, Tyrone remained unaware and continued to hold on to hope, wanting to salvage their relationship.

Noticing Tyrone's somber expression, Sabrina inquired curiously, “What's wrong? Did the meeting not go well?" "No," Tyrone replied, pausing for a moment. Tyrone unlocked his phone and noticed a missed call from Damon. Tyrone returned the call.

Sabrina closed the magazine she had been reading and placed it on the table. "Do you have a moment now?" Sabrina asked casually.

“Just a minute."

As soon as the call connected, Tyrone glanced at Sabrina and made a gesture. He then put the phone to his ear.

“Hello? What's the matter?"

Damon said something on the other end of the line, and Tyrone‘s face suddenly became stern and angry.

“Are you sure? Okay, I see. I'LL be right there."

After ending the call, Sabrina asked with concern, "What's going on?" “Sorry, I have to go."

“Alright. Will you be Long? When will you come back?"

“It won't take Long. Why don't you wait for me here for a while?" Sabrina thought she had already been waiting for a while and decided she could wait a Little longer. "Okay. I'll see you later."

“Okay.”

Tyrone grabbed his coat and left the office. When he passed by the reception, he instructed his secretaries to have some snacks sent to Sabrina.

Outside the police station, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb.

The door swung open, and a pair of impeccably crafted leather shoes, polished to a high shine, touched the pavement with a soft thud.