They both opted to remain silent about Cesar's words.

Sabrina succumbed to the tiredness, her eyes drifted shut and she dozed off.

At dawn, a phone rang.

She almost reached for it, but withdrew her hand.

It wasn't her phone.

Tyrone grabbed the phone from the bedside table, tossed off the blanket, and climbed out of bed.

Sabrina thought he would excuse himself to answer the call, but instead he stood by the window, his gaze wandering outside. "Hi, Galilea."

“Tyrone, I had a horrifying dream. Can you come over?"

"I can't today. Grandpa is unwell. I need to be at the hospital with him."

"What? Is it critical? May I come to see him?"

Tyrone kept his silence, his gaze darting to Sabrina.

Sabrina quickly diverted her gaze and shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

Clearly, Tyrone wasn't fooled.

Muffling the phone, he asked, “What's your take on Galilea visiting

Grandpa?"

Having failed her act, Sabrina had no choice but to open her eyes and address him. “Grandpa's operation was just yesterday, and his health isn't great right now. We shouldn't allow any disturbance for now.

Perhaps she can visit once he is shifted to the general ward."

Tyrone mulled over it and said, “Alright.”

Resuming his call, he said, "Grandpa's health is not stable at the moment. You can visit when he's better. Also, I might not be able to spare time to see you in the coming days."

"Tyrone, are you planning to leave me? I'm really terrified. I dreamt of being trapped in a pitch-black room. It's so dark inside. I screamed until my voice gave out, but nobody came to rescue me. I was assaulted and insulted, and...