Tyrone's bodyguards moved with remarkable agility, swiftly closing in on the two leaders and efficiently subduing them.

The commotion outside had caught the attention of those inside the ward. Rita furrowed her brow and rose to her feet.

"Fenton, what's happening out there?" she called out to the lead guard stationed by the door.

However, before Fenton could respond, Tyrone's bodyguards swiftly bound and gagged him, reducing his voice to a muffled whine.

Sensing trouble, Rita was about to come out to have a look, but the door swung open. Tyrone casually entered with Jennie in his arms.

Rita was stunned, her eyes widening as she fixed her gaze on him.

"Tyrone? I didn't expect you to come so soon."

Tyrone remained composed.

"I'm here for Jennie. She was pushed down the slide at the amusement park. I understand that you had asked Sabrina to apologize to your son. You seem to care deeply for your child, Mrs. Fowler. I hope you can understand my concerns."

Rita's expression shifted.

“He didn't mean to do that. Besides, Jennie isn't hurt. My son has a congenital asthma condition and had a relapse. He's frail. Why must you make an issue out of this?"

Without saying anything, Tyrone turned to his bodyguards and signaled them with a wink.

Two bodyguards immediately walked toward the bed.

Rita positioned herself protectively in front of the bed. Her gaze fixed on Tyrone as she exclaimed angrily, "How dare you! Are you devoid of any compassion? You can't do this to my son!"

"Can't I?" Tyrone raised an eyebrow and nodded to the bodyguards to continue.

Two bodyguards stepped forward. One pulled Rita away while the other approached the boy on the bed.

“Aren't you afraid of making an enemy of the Fowler family?" Rita hissed.

"Not really," Tyrone replied.

For a considerable time, he had regarded the Fowler family as his adversaries, a feeling that grew when Blayze inexplicably started targeting the Blakely group.

On the bed, Nicol huddled in a corner, his face pallid.