The verdict had yet to be rendered, although the judge had formulated a ruling in advance.

The official pronouncement of the judgment would only occur once the investigation findings were delivered to the prosecuting authorities.

“Really? In that case, can I go to your home?" Tyrone walked back to Sabrina a few paces, locking eyes with her as he inquired.

It took Sabrina a moment to grasp his intent to ascend to her home.

“No, you can't," Sabrina responded, her gaze drifting to the forsaken umbrella on the ground.

“It's best if you return.”

Tyrone's smile bore a tinge of bitterness as he remarked, “Why not?

You just deceived me, didn't you? I am the last person you'd entrust.

I acknowledge that I've broken promises repeatedly, rendering them inconsequential..."

Something about his words stirred within Sabrina. His tone carried an element of melodrama.

Yet, when she peered into Tyrone's eyes, she glimpsed unadulterated sincerity.

Had she overanalyzed the situation?

"If you lack faith in me, so be it. I've placed you in a dilemma."

Tyrone continued, "You're free to go upstairs. I'll be departing shortly."

Sabrina regarded him with suspicion, asking, "Really?"

"Yes."

Sabrina pressed her lips together, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she inquired, "You didn't deceive me?"

"No," he affirmed.

"In that case... I'll be heading back."

"Okay."