Now, Tyrone instructed her to leave, and she'd best do that.

Head bowed, Sabrina forced a bitter smile, murmuring, "Understood...

Understood, understood..."

Her voice trailed off, tremulous, teetering on the edge of tears.

Her heart throbbed, making breathing an ordeal.

Sabrina sniffled, swallowed the bitterness, and said timidly, “Apologies for occupying your precious time, Mr. Blakely.”

She retreated two steps, turned, and left.

Reaching the door, Tyrone's voice came from behind her. “You're aware of what to say to my grandma, aren't you?"

“I am," Sabrina replied, eyes shut, tears streaming silently.

Pushing open the chairman's office door, she saw Kylan standing outside, apprehensive as ever.

Seeing Sabrina's tear-streaked face as she left, Kylan was consumed by guilt.

Kylan craned to see that Sabrina had walked into the elevator.

Without delay, he pushed the door open and went inside the office.

"Mr. Blakely."

Tyrone's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and instead of his usual sardonic expression, he looked down with a serious expression.

“Has she left already?"

"Yes, she has left."

Kylan hesitated, then confessed, "I saw Miss Chavez weeping as she left..."

Tyrone tensed, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

He restrained himself from chasing after her, knowing it would only compound her distress.