Larry's words found a firm home in Tyrone's beliefs.

Growing up side by side, Tyrone possessed an unparalleled understanding of Larry. Larry exuded a gentle, hesitant demeanor, and even though he harbored sinister intentions, the courage to enact them eluded him.

There had to be a puppeteer orchestrating Larry's malevolent actions from the shadows.

Without Galilea, their Lives would not have spiraled into this abyss. Larry was undeniably entangled in this web of darkness.

Tyrone seethed with frustration, watching Larry's inability to meet his expectations.

“Not too long ago, Sabrina mentioned that your wife caught wind of your involvement with another woman..."

“It's Galilea." Larry responded, raising his gaze and explaining, “She was hunted down by your men everywhere and cornered me. We had a confrontation."

The marks on his neck, which Lena had noticed, bore Galilea's signature.

Ironically, Larry found himself voiceless, merely witnessing Lena's torment and anguish.

Frankly, with Tyrone now privy to the whole truth, Larry felt a profound sense of relief.

Finally, the burden of secrecy had been lifted.

Tyrone sneered, "She's responsible for our grandpa's demise and yet she audaciously sought you out..."

As he uttered those words, a sudden realization struck Tyrone and his pupils contracted.

“Grandpa's death!"

“Yes, our grandpa's passing was not your fault but mine... I Let him down..." Larry confessed, his eyes shutting in agony.

Galilea had spilled every secret to Cesar, even blaming Larry for kidnapping her and causing Connor's death.

Cesar never fathomed that Larry, known for his meekness and humility, could be implicated in someone's demise.

The individual whose demise Larry had been embroiled in happened to be none other than Sabrina's father

Worse still, Larry even attended Connor's funeral.

Cesar's heart was plagued by frustration and disappointment.