Three months.

His grandpa only had three months left.

He wished it was all just a cruel joke, but deep down, he knew the truth.

Even Lynch, the renowned doctor, was out of solutions.

“Tyrone, your grandfather is aware of his health status. He's braced himself for this. What concerns him the most now is you. I've seen the news. You're going through a divorce?"

Lynch approached him, patting his shoulder comfortingly. "Your life is your own. But your grandfather's time is running short. Can we not let him have some peace in his remaining days?"

With a reddened gaze, Tyrone swallowed hard. "I get it. Thanks."

Turning around, he left in sorrow, finding a spot to slump down like a motionless statue.

"Mrs. Blakely, Mr. Blakely had me bring you some food," the driver announced, walking in with a food box and unpacking it for Sabrina.

"Where is he?" she queried.

“I'm not sure. He didn't take the car, though. Must still be around the hospital.”

Sabrina gave a nod.

She knew Tyrone must be hurting as much as she was, knowing Cesar was in the hospital. He needed his space.

Despite having no appetite, Sabrina forced herself to eat a little, considering the baby she was carrying.

When Tyrone returned, his demeanor appeared normal, but his eyes were devoid of any discernible emotion.

"You're back. Eat something."

"Okay." Tyrone sat down, consumed some food, and cleaned up afterwards.

"You haven't fully recovered. Go back to your room, and get some rest.

I'll stay with Grandpa tonight. If he wakes up, I'll let you know."

Sabrina agreed. "Don't push yourself too much. Larry can take shifts with you."