Kira's demeanor toward Sabrina remained frosty. When she contemplated Rita's seemingly charmed life yet never once returned to visit and raise Sabrina, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Sabrina.

However, when Cesar asked Tyrone to marry Sabrina, Kira's acceptance was out of the question.

How could Sabrina, the offspring of a schemer like Rita, deserve her son?

It was only then that Kira found Sabrina got the essence of seducing man from Rita. Much like Rita, Sabrina wore a mask of vulnerability, yet underneath, she was adept at ensnaring men.

“Enough! Tyrone retorted with a cutting edge in his voice, "You remain as obstinate as ever! Can't you see Horace's true colors? A man who strays from his marital vows would never have wed you, with or without Rita. And don't think I'd willingly embrace the role of the Fowler family's heir."

"You're unaware of the circumstances that unfolded back then. How can you make such a judgment? He's your biological father! At the time, he'd merely struck a deal to marry Analia. When they tied the knot, Analia knew Horace and I loved each other. She claimed she wouldn't interfere with us, all the while slipping Horace a love potion.

Otherwise, how could she give birth to Blayze? " Kira's words dripped with agitation and jealousy.

Had it not been for Analia, she wouldn't have been estranged from Horace.

Tyrone stood there, thunderstruck by the revelation.

Unaware of the past's intricacies, Tyrone couldn't confirm the veracity of Kira's claims.

One thing was certain, though. Horace was far from an innocent party.

"I didn't want to discuss this, but I feel compelled to emphasize that Sabrina isn't Rita. She's my love," Tyrone confessed with determination.

"That's all I can say. I hope you can discern the right path."

With those words, Tyrone terminated the call.

He drew a deep breath, pocketed the phone, and made his way back to the chamber.

Upon reentering, he discovered Sabrina meticulously removing fish bones for Jennie, her attention unwavering.

Her beauty radiated as sunlight poured through the window, rendering her skin radiant.

Tyrone's turmoil began to subside.

Sabrina delicately placed the fish onto Jennie's plate and, as she glanced up, she couldn't help but notice Tyrone's unwavering gaze.

She deftly speared a piece of meat and inquired, “Why are you staring at me?"