"I didn't see this cooking talent coming, sir. You did remarkably well for your first time. With more practice, you could become an impressive chef," Karen expressed her thoughts.

Sabrina merely smiled, choosing to stay silent.

Tyrone, too, remained quiet.

Following Sabrina's meal, Karen busied herself with cleaning up.

It was past nine. Perhaps due to her injury, Sabrina was feeling exhausted and wished to rest.

“Sir, you may head home. I can stay with Mrs. Blakely. You can pay her a visit tomorrow."

Tyrone nodded. "Alright, I'll see her tomorrow."

He reached for his coat on the couch, preparing to leave.

But Sabrina suddenly interrupted, "Wait

Halting, Tyrone looked at Sabrina. “Is there anything else

“Remember to bring the divorce papers with you tomorrow

Tyrone's expression faltered, he furrowed his brows. "Sabrina, there's no rush for the divorce. Focus on your recovery first. You're currently unable to read the words on the papers clearly, let alone fill in the forms."

Sabrina merely retorted, "I may not see clearly, but you can read them out for me.”

She wasn't completely visionless.

"We've already signed the divorce agreement. We can delay for a few more days. Are you in such a haste to divorce me?"

Sabrina took a breath before responding, "Yes, I am. Tyrone was taken aback.

So was Karen.

She had assumed Tyrone cheated on his wife as most men did, but it seemed they had already agreed on a divorce.

She observed the young couple, married for three years, and couldn't believe they were separating so soon.

Tyrone went to pick up Sabrina late at night. And today, when he heard about Sabrina's car accident, he rushed to the hospital and cooked a meal for her.

There seemed to be lingering feelings between them. Why were they considering a divorce?

"Mrs. Blakely, this can be done any day, right? Prioritize your recovery, there's no need to rush," Karen tried to persuade her.

Shaking her head, Sabrina insisted, "We agreed on tomorrow, so it shall be tomorrow. And just because I can't see clearly doesn't mean I can't walk."

"Mrs. Blakely...

"No need to persuade her further. If she doesn't care about her own wellbeing, what good would it do to convince her?" Tyrone's tone was icy. "Alright, if you're so determined, I'll oblige. Tomorrow, I'LL take you to the court to finalize the divorce."