Sabrina suspected that if she refuted the notion, Tyrone might resort to fabricating evidence to incriminate Larry.

As she gazed into his profound eyes, Sabrina found herself momentarily stunned. She held her breath and said, “I don't intend to leave."

Back when they had just divorced, and she embarked on her overseas journey, she had firsthand experience of Tyrone's unwavering determination.

She attempted to distance him, but he trailed her relentlessly.

If he had no intention of letting her go, he could track her down wherever she ventured.

Consequently, if she intended to leave, she had to devise a meticulous plan.

Her priority was to placate Tyrone before devising this plan.

"Truly?" Tyrone arched his eyebrows, his gaze piercing as if he could peer into her very soul.

Sabrina nodded serenely.

"If I truly wished to leave, I could discreetly sell my assets and vanish, without establishing a foundation and waiting for you to apprehend me."

In truth, her motive for setting up the foundation was an aversion to retaining that amount of money.

She couldn't precisely articulate the rationale. Perhaps the money was somehow connected to her father's demise.

Tyrone pondered Sabrina's words thoughtfully, offering her a meaningful smile. Then, with significance, he uttered, "That's good, Sabrina. If the day comes when you wish to part ways with me..."

"And?"

“Then it would be best if you abandoned that notion. I won't allow you to leave," Tyrone asserted, his gaze locked onto her.

He couldn't fathom his life without her.

If he were to let her go, who would keep him grounded?

Without Sabrina's absence, he was uncertain what he'd become.

Sabrina felt helpless.

"Sabrina, why did you suddenly decide to set up this foundation?"