Struggling to contain her tears, Sabrina retreated to the stairs in silence.

Gently wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath to regain her composure, she descended the stairs purposefully.

“Miss Chavez, what did the director say?" inquired the police officer.

Offering a warm smile, Sabrina replied, “I apologize. I was just on a call. Something urgent has come up, so I must leave. I'll tell you about the meeting with Galilea later.

“Alright, take care."

In the car, Sabrina sank into the seat, leaning against the back.

Sabrina's mind reeled as she discovered the truth about her father's death. Larry, the man she had trusted and admired, was the mastermind behind the heinous crime. Tyrone was trying to weasel his way out of the responsibility and help Larry get away with it.

She suspected she had once more fallen under the spell of Tyrone's endearing expressions.

Why should she shed tears because of him?

She had already known what kind of person Tyrone was. Even if he did make a deal with Galilea for her sake, Sabrina shouldn't have let her guard down on him.

He was such a precarious man.

Tyrone was slowly misleading her. If she had discovered it a bit later, she would have fallen in love with him again.

A car approached from a distance and pulled up at the police station's entrance.

Lena and Frankie stepped out and headed toward the building.

Compared with the last time they met, Lena seemed to be thinner.

Sabrina clenched her fists nervously.

All of a sudden, Lena turned her head to look at her. Sabrina immediately lowered her head. After a few seconds, she looked up and noticed that Lena and Frankie had entered the building.

Sabrina breathed a sigh of relief.

Both she and her father were victims in this situation. Larry deserved imprisonment, whether he was the mastermind or an accomplice.

However, Sabrina couldn't muster the courage to meet Lena's and Frankie's eyes.