Tyrone let out a deep, restrained groan, gritting his teeth.

"Sabrina, are you trying to kill me?"

Sabrina closed her eyes and tried to pull her hand out of his grip.

"You can use it or not. You're too fussy!"

But Tyrone held her hand firmly, murmuring, “It's my fault. Thank you for helping me, Sabrina. I shouldn't be so ungrateful.”