Tyrone swiftly averted his gaze.

"Nothing."

His eyes blazed with unspoken words, the urge to express himself battling with hesitation.

“Sabrina, you..."

But before he could finish his sentence, he fell silent. He bit his lip and shifted gears.

"Larry's case has now been forwarded to the procuratorate. What are your thoughts on it?"

Sabrina bowed her head and replied, "I don't have a clue. Just wait for the verdict."

Tyrone hesitated once more, then finally spoke.

“Can you grant me some time..."

"What's the matter?" Sabrina arched an eyebrow.

"Please don't distance yourself from me because of Larry."

He hoped she would give him the time he needed to prove Larry's claims that Galilea was the one who had killed her father.

Sabrina lowered her head.

Should she grant him the time to aid Larry?

Did he genuinely believe Larry's words?

How could Hobson and the police frame Larry up?

Hobson found himself in a precarious situation, facing the possibility of a lengthy prison term. His best option was to cooperate with the authorities, divulge the truth, and hope for a more lenient sentence. However, if he chose to lie and his deceit were uncovered, the repercussions would be even graver. If she were in Hobson's shoes, she wouldn't lie at all.

Could she still place her trust in Tyrone?

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Tyrone thought she acquiesced.

A few days later, while Tyrone was engrossed in work, Kylan mentioned that Sabrina had recently sold her cars.