“Ever wonder what Brady spilled at the police station?"

Sabrina shook her head, confessing, "I'm in the dark on that one.”

“He claimed he did it to prevent you from hoodwinking Blayze. He didn't want you waltzing into the Fowler family," Tyrone revealed, maintaining his calm demeanor as he observed Sabrina's reaction.

"Is he out of his mind? When on earth am I marching into the Fowler clan?" Sabrina retorted, a mix of disbelief and irritation in her tone.

Locking eyes with Tyrone, Sabrina bit her lip and pressed, "What? Do you actually buy into his wild tales?"

Tyrone shrugged, dismissing the notion.

“I'm not buying what he's selling. But why is he concocting these bizarre notions?"

"Sierra," Sabrina answered.

"Exactly," Tyrone affirmed.

“Whether it's for Blayze's sake or Sierra's, Brady's antics are somehow tied to the Fowler family. They need to dig into the Fowler family and find Sierra. And that's how I told them. Are you clear now?"

After a thoughtful pause, Sabrina nodded.

“Crystal clear."

Touched by her earnest expression, Tyrone couldn't resist leaning down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

The lingering question hung in the air: Why did Brady harbor such peculiar notions?

The Sierra situation aside, it could also be Blayze's lingering feelings for Sabrina that fueled Brady's antics.

Blayze, it seemed, had more than just a soft spot for Sabrina.

This revelation clenched Tyrone's fists as he lowered his head in frustration. Even with the knowledge of his past with Sabrina, Blayze still carried a torch for Sabrina. Did Blayze truly view him as a pushover?

Rather than shoot daggers at Tyrone, Sabrina sighed, the weight of the situation evident in her expression.

“iihat's eating you?" Tyrone inquired.

Sabrina glanced at him, expressing gratitude, “Once again, you've come to my rescue. Thank you."