Her past actions had inflicted pain upon him, and she couldn't shake the feeling that an apology might prove futile.

Trevor met her words with a solemn nod, his voice softening.

"I should be the one apologizing. I had no idea my father was involved in those kidnappings. I only learned about it through the news..."

He closed his eyes briefly and then inquired, "Have there been any updates about him?"

Sabrina shook her head.

"Not yet. But this isn't your burden to bear, Trevor. You don't need to apologize. It's me who took advantage of your kindness."

Taking a deep breath, Trevor summoned a reassuring smile.

“It's all in the past now. Let's put this behind us. It's getting late. You may resume taking a stroll. I'll head back first."

Sabrina contemplated stopping him, but she found herself at a loss for words, their complicated history weighing on her heart.

“Take care," Sabrina bid farewell.

Trevor quietly faded into the night.

Tyrone turned to Sabrina, who appeared lost in thought. Clearing his throat, he gently admonished, "Don't look in that direction anymore.

He's left."

Regaining her composure, Sabrina averted her gaze and sighed.

Arching an eyebrow, Tyrone inquired, “Are you feeling sorry for him?"

Sabrina rolled her eyes and then turned to walk away.

"I feel sorry for lying to him."

Tyrone's response was measured.

"You might feel remorse, but remember, you had no choice. His father is a kidnapper. You did what you had to do not for your own gain but for your father, for justice.

There's no need to downplay it.”