Tyrone, still holding Sabrina's hand, locked eyes with Wilton and Ruth.

“That's what I mean. I don't subscribe to forgiving your son.

Brady's a grown man, He knows the consequences of his actions. Since you've failed to instill proper values, let others handle the job.”

Wilton sneered, "Mr. Blakely, your stance is irrelevant. What matters is what Miss Chavez desires, isn't it?"

Perceiving the implicit threat in Wilton's words, Sabrina shot a glance at Tyrone, who responded, "No need to intimidate Sabrina.

She's not one for confrontations. Oh, and by the way, I'm afraid your lackeys haven't updated you. Miss Nixon is safe."

Tyrone had anticipated in Wilton's and Ruth's pursuit of saving Brady, they would likely resort to unsavory means. Upon their arrival in Mathias, Tyrone had instructed Damon's men to keep a close watch.

By the time Wilton and Ruth reached here, Aylin was already under Damon's protective wing.

Sabrina and Bettie were overjoyed.

Bettie cast a glance at Tyrone, her demeanor toward him undergoing a sudden shift.

The expressions on Wilton's and Ruth's faces shifted dramatically.

Wilton maintained his composure, fixing a steady gaze on Tyrone.

“Are you playing games with me?"

"You can ring up your men and verify if I'm pulling your leg,"

Tyrone replied calmly.

Wilton's heart sank. Right at this moment, the phone in his pocket buzzed.

Ruth, in heightened anxiety, fumbled to retrieve the phone and answered the call.

However, Ruth's grip on the phone became feeble upon hearing something from the other side of the line. Wilton's phone slipped from her hands to the floor.

Observing Ruth's reaction, Wilton grasped the truth of Tyrone's statement. Aylin was indeed safe.

Wilton let out a heavy sigh, addressing Tyrone, "Mr. Blakely, I hope you can empathize with the emotions of a father. If I've offended you, please find it in yourself to forgive me. Just agree to pen that ‘letter of understanding,’ and we can discuss any terms you have in mind."