"Okay."

After a significant interval, Sabrina probed, “Why is she still not here? Tyrone, why don't you call her again to check?"

“Sure.”

Exiting the car, Tyrone faced a gust of chilling wind.

He wrestled with internal conflicts.

It was his actions that had caused Galilea's trauma and led her to severe depression, even pushing her to multiple suicide attempts.

He had sworn to take responsibility, to remain by her side forever.

He couldn't back down on his word.

Sabrina, even without him, would still have her grandparents and the man she admired. After divorce, she could possibly lead a happier life.

Galilea, on the other hand, had no one but him.

Leaving her once more could drive her to end her life.

In this predicament, he could only choose one of them.

With a heavy heart, Tyrone glanced back at Sabrina in the car, dialed Karen, and said, "Karen, I left the file behind. It's on the table. Can you take a taxi to the court? We'll wait for you at the entrance."

Acknowledging the file bag on the table, Karen responded promptly, "Understood."

Tyrone reentered the car and informed Sabrina, "Karen was stuck in a traffic jam. She should arrive soon."

“Okay."

"Sabrina."

"Yes?"

“Once we divorce, would you consider marrying him?"

Sabrina paused before replying, "Possibly."