"You should rest now, Sabrina," Tyrone suggested in a hushed voice.

“What about you?" Sabrina questioned, looking at his weary face. "Don't you need to sleep?"

"I called Larry. He'll be here soon. I'll rest when he arrives."

"Alright then. I'll go now."

"Let me accompany you upstairs."

As Sabrina prepared to enter the room, she turned to Tyrone. “Should I leave the door open for you?"

“Okay. I'LL be back soon."

"Alright."

Unable to find sleep, Sabrina shifted restlessly in her bed.

Drowning in the sea of sorrow about Cesar's sickness, her heart ached.

Even in his current state, all Cesar cared about was her and Tyrone's relationship.

He was so good to her!

If leaving Tyrone meant keeping Cesar alive, she would do it without a second thought.

But there was no if.

Life always had its harsh truths.

A sound of soft footsteps echoed from the hallway, halting at her door.

With a subtle push, Tyrone opened the door, strolled to her bedside and whispered, "You still up?"

"Yes. I can't fall asleep."

Tyrone proceeded to freshen up in the bathroom, removed his coat, and gently lifted the covers of the bed. "Go to sleep."

"Okay."