Tyrone inquired again, raising an eyebrow.

Sabrina averted her gaze, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I'd had this idea not long after I arrived in Violetholt. I met a person, and it stirred up memories from my childhood..."

Tyrone understood that the person in question was Rita, thus dispelling his suspicions. He swiftly extended his apologies, “I'm sorry, Sabrina. I shouldn't have brought it up. The most challenging times are behind you. Whatever you aspire to do in the future, I'm here to support you," Tyrone assured her.

“As for the person you've mentioned, there's no need to take that person seriously."

Rita held no significance for Sabrina, just as Kira held none for him.

"I understand. I was just venting," Sabrina replied, her head hung low.

"But why do you think I'd leave because of Larry when I established the foundation? Now that you firmly believe he's not the mastermind, you should gather the evidence. Is it because you think Larry can't overturn the verdict at all?"

Tyrone admitted, "No, it's simply my fear of you leaving."

"Yet just a few days ago, you implored me to have faith in you and grant you time. I have promised you, but it seems you don't trust me..."

Sabrina pinched her thigh to stifle her tears.

"You don't care about me at all. You only care about yourself."

Tyrone grew anxious.

"I'm sorry, Sabrina. Please don't cry. I didn't mean it that way. I just..."

He embraced Sabrina tightly and declared, "I can't bear the thought of living without you. I promise I'll never doubt you again.”

“Only the naive would buy into your words." Sabrina shot him a frigid glare and continued, "You promised not to hound me, and yet, here you are."

Sabrina had already discerned that Tyrone was spouting nonsense occasionally, making it impossible to take his words seriously.

Tyrone flashed an awkward smile, his head tilting to gently kiss her cheek.

“Love makes shamelessness bearable."

"I can't believe how shameless you are!" Sabrina couldn't help but roll her eyes.