There was no way to answer such a question.

Tyrone realized then that Sabrina's self-doubts ran deep. He smoothed the wrinkles between her eyebrows and tried to comfort her as best as he could.

"I'm not your father, so I cannot speak for him. But if I were to make an educated guess based on his personality, I'm sure he would have saved you even if he had found out you were not his biological daughter...

Besides, it is a thing of the past now. No matter what, at the moment of his desperate action of saving you at the risk of his life, you were still his lovely daughter, and he wanted you to live on.

Sabrina was silent for a moment. She knew Tyrone was right, but accepting it felt impossible. The sadness inside her was overwhelming.

“But...”

Tyrone kissed her, cutting off whatever else she wanted to say.

Reluctantly, Tyrone ended the kiss and stared into her watery eyes.

“Don't think about anything else, okay?"

Sabrina pouted and looked at him pitifully.

Tyrone suddenly changed the topic.

"You haven't had dinner, have you?

I asked someone to prepare porridge for you. Would you like some?"

"I don't want to eat."

Sabrina felt hungry, but she had no appetite right now.

Tyrone shrugged his shoulders and said, “It's your choice. It's pretty early in the morning right now, so why don't you get some rest? Everything will be fine when you wake up."

With a small nod, Sabrina got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom and lay down on the bed again. When Tyrone remained standing by the bedside, she inquired in a wavering voice, "Are you leaving?"

“No, I'll stay with you."

As Tyrone spoke, he took off his coat and turned off the light. Then he got into bed and lay beside Sabrina.

"Go to sleep," he murmured, giving her arm an affectionate pat.