He'd clearly seen from the window that no call had been made.

Tyrone was merely taking advantage of Sabrina's impaired sight!

Suddenly, Tyrone's piercing gaze met his in the mirror. A chill ran down the driver's spine, and he quickly averted his eyes.

“Leave us alone." Tyrone's voice was soft yet authoritative.

“Of course, sir!" The driver hastily agreed, opening the door to Leave them in privacy.

A prolonged silence filled the car

"Sabrina, I must confess it was my fault you ended up in that car crash. I'm deeply sorry." Tyrone stared into Sabrina's eyes, his own reflecting deep remorse.

“Didn't you already express your regret? Neither of us could have predicted those rabid fans would hold on to their grudge. I don't hold you responsible." Sabrina's tone remained unaffected.

Tyrone tried to find words, but they eluded him.

Indeed, she was clueless about the previous day's event.

She thought it was because of the makeup incident last time.

Now, her sight had blurred, making texts on her phone or computer impossible to decipher.

He didn't have to worry about her stumbling upon online hate comments or insults, but it did little to ease his mind.

“I'm sorry," he added.

"It's alright. Let's move past it."

Silence once again took over the car.

After a long pause, Sabrina inquired, "What's the time?"

“Two ten."

"How long has it been? Why hasn't Karen shown up yet?"

"She might be having difficulty catching a taxi, or perhaps, ran into some road troubles. Let's give her some more time." Tyrone pressed his lips together, his expression turning somewhat strained.