“Sabrina, there are certain matters that I would rather you remained unaware of, for your own good. I implore you not to extend an olive branch to Galilea with a letter of understanding for this."

Tyrone wouldn't permit Galilea to escape justice so easily.

Even if Sabrina were to pen a letter of understanding, it pertained solely to this particular issue.

The truth of Sabrina's father's demise would soon come to Light, leaving Galilea with no recourse.

Yet, Tyrone was resolute in shielding Sabrina from the darker aspects of it all.

Presently, Sabrina was in a positive state, her life imbued with aspirations and passions.

"I'm not naive," Sabrina asserted.

At this moment, a gentle tap on the door announced the arrival of the waiter, who gracefully entered the room, bearing an array of tantalizing dishes, each plated with exquisite precision.

With a fork in hand, Tyrone skillfully transitioned the conversation, his voice adorned with a charming tone as he proposed, “Shall we dig in? The table emanated an alluring aroma, yet it was the braised mutton, placed before Sabrina, that held a uniquely enticing scent, distinct from all the other dishes on display.

Observing Sabrina savoring the braised mutton with palpable delight, Tyrone, filled with curiosity, inquired, "Is it truly so delicious?"

“Care for a taste?"

Tyrone picked up a morsel with his fork.

As it neared his Lips, the robust fragrance of mutton enveloped him.

He mustered his resolve, took a deliberate bite and, with closed eyes, savored every moment before swallowing.

With a keen eye on his reaction, Sabrina asked, "How does it taste? Good?"

Judging from his expression, Sabrina couldn't make out how he felt.

Tyrone responded with a stoic expression, “It's decent."

“If it doesn't please your palate, there's no need to force yourself,”

Sabrina offered kindly.

However, Tyrone found himself oddly perturbed by her words.