Sabrina rushed to the bedside, clutching Wanda's hand, her own trembling.

"Wanda.

Wanda gently clasped Sabrina's hand, her voice tender.

“Dearie. I don't hold you responsible."

The moment Wanda saw Sabrina's expression, she discerned Sabrina's unspoken fears.

For all her outward calmness, Sabrina remained profoundly sensitive.

Tears brimmed in Sabrina's eyes.

"Wanda, you have no idea how terrified I've been..."

In that instant, all of Sabrina's worries and fears evaporated.

Wanda, the wisest elder in the world, patted the back of Sabrina's hand.

“Fear not. You've done nothing wrong. It's been a decade, yet your resolve to seek justice for your father remains unwavering. It's a precious quality, and I hold no blame for you."

Had it been someone else, they might not have dared to disrupt a decade-old grave, potentially jeopardizing their stable and comfortable life.

Wanda heaved a sigh and turned her gaze toward Tyrone.

“Cesar and I failed to instill the right values in Larry, leading him to make such choices. We're to blame."

“Wanda, it's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself," Sabrina interjected.

“Frankie informed me about the situation. I'm not sure who told him, but he implored me to appeal to you for his father's salvation. Lena scolded him as soon as she discovered it."

Sabrina grasped the underlying message in Wanda's words.

“Frankie is still very young, and he yearns for his father deeply. Lena is a rational and compassionate person. Larry should count himself fortunate."

Wanda huffed and said, "He enjoys good fortune, yet he doesn't cherish it. He brought this upon himself."

She sighed once more, then addressed Sabrina, “You can step out now.