On Monday morning, Sabrina rose early, washed her face, and gargled.

Following her morning meal, she waited for Tyrone in her hospital room.

The entire morning, she was left waiting.

At last, Tyrone appeared in the hospital that afternoon.

"Forgive me, I got held up earlier today."

Sabrina, smiling kindly, rose from her seat and started to leave. "It's fine. You're not late

Seeing her calm demeanor, Tyrone felt somewhat uneasy. "Do you feel relieved that we are headed for divorce?"

Masking her sadness, Sabrina managed to smile. "Yes, I am content that I will finally attain my freedom."

Freedom.

The usage of the word "freedom" implied a strong disappointment towards their marriage.

Tyrone's expression shifted to a slightly grim one as he said softly, “Well, congratulations."

"Shall we?" Sabrina glanced at Tyrone.

"Okay."

Tyrone turned around and unlocked the door.

Two police officers were about to knock on the door. On seeing Tyrone emerge, the female officer was surprised and asked, "Is this Sabrina Chavez's room?"

The man did bear a striking resemblance to Tyrone Blakely.

"Yes, it is."

"I am the officer looking into her car accident. We have apprehended two suspects, however, they deny any premeditated plan. I need to ask her a few additional questions. We merely want to ensure no detail is overlooked."

"Very well." Tyrone moved aside to allow them entry.

Upon hearing the commotion at the door, Sabrina gestured to the couch and took a seat. "Please make yourselves comfortable, officers.