Having unraveled the situation, Larry had then adroitly manipulated the Clifford family project, coercing Galilea into an exit strategy.

As anticipated, Galilea had lacked the temerity to involve the police. With anger and resentment, she had embarked on a journey abroad.

Larry, at long last, breathed a sigh of profound relief.

Serendipitously, it was precisely at this juncture that the youthful Tyrone assumed the presidency of the Blakely Group.

Galilea harbored profound regret, acknowledging that she shouldn't have incessantly pursued Larry. Instead, she should have clung to Tyrone.

Yet, time had rendered her remorse futile. Larry remained steadfast in his disbelief that Galilea would ever release her grip on him and he had no intention of permitting her to remain in the country.

Thus, her sole recourse had been to embark on an overseas sojourn and bide her time.

In the moments preceding her departure, tears had streamed down her face as she confessed to Tyrone, proclaiming her profound Love for him while simultaneously declaring herself undeserving of his affections.

Her words had left an indelible impact on Tyrone at that time, intensifying the weight of his guilt. He closely monitored news of her and faithfully visited her each year...

Now armed with the truth, Tyrone was overcome with sickness.

He fervently wished he could turn back time and deliver a resounding slap to his past self for tolerating Galilea's transgressions while neglecting Sabrina a few years ago!

Why hadn't he seen through Galilea's true nature more clearly? He had even inflicted harm on his own wife and child for the sake of a murderer!

Tyrone's emotions swirled in a turbulent maelstrom of anger and guilt. His chest heaved as an unquenchable fury enveloped him, shrouding him in an oppressive gloom.

He reflected on his actions when Sabrina had lost her father. During her time of dire need, he had chosen to provide solace and companionship to Galilea in the hospital!

He had been at the side of the very person responsible for robbing Sabrina of her father!

At that juncture, Sabrina was a mere 16-year-old girl, left with no family. He could only imagine the depth of her sorrow and helplessness.

Sabrina and he had shared the same household. Opportunities to express care and affection for her had abounded, yet he had turned a blind eye to her pain and caution.

His words had grown heavy and perfunctory, devoid of the warmth she desperately needed and he had neglected her time and time again.

Even more regrettable, he struggled to recall her face during that trying period, his memories of her scant and distant.

Tyrone's fists clenched with an iron grip, his bones seeming to turn translucent, the veins on the backs of his hands protruding Like mountain ranges, and a glint of malevolence shimmering beneath his gaze.