"Alright, turn it off."

“What did you say to Horace to make him agree so easily?" Sabrina asked, sighing and fanning her face with her hand.

“Well, it wasn't as difficult as you imagine. A large family Like the Fowler family doesn't want to make enemies," Tyrone replied, lowering his gaze.

Recalling Horace's and Shane's reactions when they saw him, it wasn't hard for him to guess they both knew his true identity. They knew he was Horace's biological son and assumed he was there for family matters.

When Tyrone went to Horace, acknowledging them as family hadn't crossed his mind. He approached the situation as he would with any other family, expressing his interests without considering a familial connection.

However, Horace had agreed without hesitation, which must have been due to their blood relationship. Otherwise, it would have taken a lot of effort for Tyrone to persuade him.

“That's good. Thank you, Tyrone."

Raising her head, Sabrina met his gaze and realized he was staring at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?"

“It's been a while since I heard you say my name with your sweet voice."

Sabrina was speechless.

It was once easy for her to say his name in an affectionate tone.

But now she felt a bit awkward and shy.

She looked away and changed the subject. While she unbuttoned her coat, Sabrina asked, "Is it a little hot in here? How about opening the window?"

Tyrone nodded.

Then, Sabrina opened the window slightly on her side.

A gust of cold wind blew over her face. She breathed a sigh of relief and gazed out the window at the night scene.

However, instead of feeling cooler, she began to feel even hotter.

It was like a heat emanating from within her body, causing her face to flush and her head to feel dizzy.

“Sabrina? You're burning up!" Tyrone exclaimed, realizing that something was wrong with her.