Tyrone closed the door after Sabrina. He then walked around the other side and got in, sitting beside her.

“Why did you say it was too late?" Sabrina asked, “Have they begun to target you?"

"I was on a business trip to Violetholt. I visited the Fowler residence. Horace assured me they wouldn't trouble you and Bettie anymore."

Sabrina's mouth twitched at the thought of how quickly Tyrone acted.

She cleared her throat and urged him to continue.

"So..."

Tyrone concluded the sentence.

"So, Rita was aware of this, yet she proceeded regardless. If you had agreed to her request, my efforts would have been futile."

He glanced at her with furrowed brows.

With a guilty conscience, Sabrina looked away.

“If you had told me earlier, I wouldn't have..."

“If I had told you earlier, would you have accepted my help?" Tyrone interrupted.

Sabrina was speechless.

ALL she could do was sigh.

Perhaps it was impossible for her to sever her ties with Tyrone.

It was already challenging to repay what she owed him. And owing him more would make little difference.

In any case, Sabrina knew she wouldn't be able to repay him.

Tyrone noticed her face was flushed, and sweat beads dotted her forehead. He instructed the driver, "Can you turn the heating down?"

"How about I turn it off?" the driver suggested.

With the weather turning warmer, the heating was unnecessary.