"Okay."

Observing her composed expression, Tyrone felt a surge of inexplicable anger and stormed out.

The door slammed shut.

Karen watched Tyrone's departing figure and sighed. "Mr. Blakely seems upset."

“Just let him be. I'm not sure why he's angry. Isn't it what he wants, our divorce?"

"When you didn't return this afternoon, he was terribly worried. Upon hearing about your accident, he drove over immediately and even prepared a meal for you. Clearly, he cares deeply."

"Karen, do you really think this is his first time cooking?" Sabrina responded with a bitter smile.

It had to be admitted that Tyrone was a convincing actor. She had almost fallen for his act again.

Fortunately, she had seen through his deception, and knew he would never care for her. His actions were nothing more than performance.

"Are you implying...

"He's always known how to cook and regularly cooked for his ex-girlfriend. Just last week, he stayed with her at the hospital throughout her illness. Do you still think he cares for me?"

Karen sighed.

So that was the reality.

In the past three years, she had never once witnessed Tyrone cooking.