The housekeeper offered timidly, "Mrs. Blakely, perhaps you might want to use my phone?"

Sabrina gestured a denial and handed the phone back. "No need."

Meanwhile, Galilea switched off the screen and slid it into Tyrone's pocket. “Tyrone, why did you lie?" she queried.

There was a password mailbox adorning her home's entrance, and no security guards were on leave.

Clearly, Tyrone didn't wish for Sabrina to reclaim her phone.

Unperturbed, Tyrone responded, "I'm merely concerned that she'll dispel the gossip when she reads the news, which might affect you. We simply need to let the storm pass."

A glimmer of satisfaction surfaced in her eyes as Galilea digested his words. Regardless, she pretended to feel guilty. "But it's unfair to Sabrina. Tyrone, we should help her in setting the record straight. I can't bear to continue Like this. I want to be with you openly. I won't mind if others criticize."

Tyrone's brow furrowed. "The time isn't right yet. I can't fully manipulate the public sentiment. You're in the public eye now. Should we confront it, your career will undoubtedly suffer."

Galilea's face scrunched in a frown.

Was this about her career or his reluctance to go public with their relationship?

"T just..."

"Galilea, it's not for you to worry. If Sabrina blames anyone, it should be me. I'Ll take care of it."

Galilea's smile stiffened. She nodded, wrapped her arms around Tyrone from behind, and nestled her face against his back. "Tyrone, you're so nice to me."

“Alright, you can head out and wait. Lunch will be served shortly."

"Okay." With that, Galilea exited the kitchen.

Tyrone turned to watch her leave, holding his gaze for a few moments before resuming his cooking.

He had lied.

His fear wasn't Sabrina confronting the rumors, but her sorrow at seeing the harsh online comments.

Yet, for reasons unknown, he chose to deceive Galilea.

"Mrs. Blakely, will you be stepping out?" the housekeeper asked.

"Yes. Today marks my grandfather's death anniversary. I'll be visiting his grave." Sabrina offered the housekeeper a smile and made her way out of the Living room.

Sabrina's grandparents were folks from the rural parts. Initially buried in the country, their graves, along with her father's, were relocated to a suburban cemetery by Tyrone when their original village underwent development.

On the way to the cemetery, Sabrina purchased three bouquets of flowers.

Her grandfather had passed when she was nine. Seventeen years had passed; her memories of him had begun to fade, leaving only a vague image of a small, skinny man.

Upon reaching the cemetery, Sabrina placed the flowers before her grandparents’ and father's graves.