In the past, Larry had always viewed Tyrone as the illegitimate child, fostering a sense of superiority and a belief that the Blakely Group should rightfully be his. He held Tyrone indirectly responsible for his parents' demise, a resentment suppressed by Cesar but still simmering beneath the surface, making him prone to provocation.

“Wanda, you did that for our own good," Tyrone reassured her, understanding the reasoning behind her actions.

Cesar and Wanda had hoped that by letting the children bond, trouble would be averted, but the unexpected had occurred.

Wanda's voice softened as she spoke.

"Kira... Your mother... It's not easy for her to stay abroad for so many years. Try not to blame her."

Tyrone's expression darkened, his memory of Kira's past actions still vivid.

"As long as she stays out of my personal life and doesn't interfere with the things between Sabrina and me, I'll accept her as my mother."

"Alright." Wanda nodded.

"You can go now. I need some time alone."

“Sure. Get some rest," Tyrone replied, rising from his seat and exiting the room.

As soon as he stepped outside, Tyrone's eyes fell upon Sabrina, who stood by the second-floor window, an ethereal figure who seemed ready to drift away from this world.

Hearing Tyrone's footsteps, Sabrina turned to face him. Before she could speak, Tyrone swiftly closed the distance and enfolded her in his arms.

His face nestled in the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply, savoring the comfort of her presence.

Sabrina was taken aback, pushing him gently.

“Tyrone, what's going on?"

She could sense something was amiss. What had Wanda told him?

With no immediate response, Sabrina prodded.

“Tyrone?”

After a few moments, Tyrone reluctantly released her, replying, “Nothing.”

Tyrone had no intention of revealing his true identity to her.