I have matters to discuss with Tyrone. I won't hold you responsible.

Don't worry."

“Alright.” Sabrina nodded gently and discreetly withdrew, giving them the room.

After all, she was in a different position with them.

Closing the door behind her, Sabrina left only two individuals within the room.

Tyrone perched on the edge of the bed.

"Wanda."

Wanda's gaze fixated on him.

"What are your thoughts?"

“It's true that Larry is guilty. He's responsible for taking the life of Sabrina's father. I can't change that. But I'll do everything in my power to ensure Galilea faces justice," Tyrone asserted.

This approach could help earn a lenient sentence for Larry.

"You have done a good job." Wanda regarded Tyrone with gratitude shimmering in her eyes.

"You've done admirably. Your grandpa and I have no regrets about bringing you into our lives. But we deeply regret not revealing your true identity to you and Larry, leading to this substantial turmoil."

Tyrone was taken aback, his expression serious.

"My identity?"

He had conducted clandestine inquiries into his mother's background but had come up empty-handed.

Wanda nodded slightly.

"I should have disclosed it to you much earlier."

Wanda dropped the bombshell.

"Elijah's not your dad. He's your uncle."