Connor loved her very much. But she was not his biological daughter.

If it weren't for her, Connor would still be alive.

She shouldn't have existed in this world.

Biting her lower lip, Sabrina tried her best to hold back the grief that threatened to overwhelm her. She looked up desperately, but tears still ran down her cheeks unchecked.

If Connor had found out before his death that she was not his biological daughter, he would be heartbroken.

The memories of the times she spent with Connor flashed across Sabrina's mind. Her heart felt like it closed up, and she had difficulty breathing.

Why did all these shits happen to her?

Sabrina's body slid down the seat until she was in a heap on the floor of the car.

The driver was alerted by the creaking sound of the leather, but he was left gobsmacked by what he saw in the rearview mirror.

"Miss Chavez, are you okay?"

Sabrina groggily awoke. She peered up at the white ceiling, feeling a bit lost.

Confused and disoriented, she struggled to recall what had happened before she lost consciousness. Suddenly, the memories came flooding back, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She wrapped herself into a tight ball, wailing with grief.

Chest heaving, Sabrina fervently wished that she could wake up and discover that it was all a horrible nightmare. She wished that Rita had never come to Mathias and she was still Connor's biological daughter.

Tyrone reached out to Sabrina and tenderly dabbed her eyes with his fingers.

"Don't cry," he murmured soothingly.

"The doctor said it's important for you to stay calm, or else it won't be good for your health."

Sabrina directed her gaze at Tyrone. She burst into fresh tears and sobbed.

"Tyrone."

"Yes, I'm here."

Tyrone wrapped his arms around her back, gently lifted her up and placed a pillow behind her.