Sabrina blinked in mild surprise. She picked up a piece with a fork and put it to his mouth.

Tyrone ate it.

Observing this intimate exchange, Wanda cracked a grin and joked, "Tyrone, didn't you bring something to us? Did you forget your grandparents?"

"Crazy kid. Not only forgets about us, but he also never had a sweet tooth, yet now..." Cesar's gaze flitted between the two, his smile laced with knowing.

A full-on grin spread across Wanda's face. "Tyrone loves his wife.

Perhaps we'll be expecting a little one soon."

At their words, Sabrina's cheeks turned a rosy shade.

Ever since Cesar had been struck down by illness, Tyrone had remained by her side in the ward. They shared a bed, night and day, as though they had journeyed back to their simpler days.

There was no interference from Galilea, no divorce papers looming over their heads.

They were just a regular couple, steeped in harmony.

Tyrone couldn't help but smile at the blush on Sabrina's cheeks.

"Enough now. Look, Sabrina's blushing. She's always had a soft spot for sweets." Cesar's words were accompanied by a gentle smile.

A remedy for the sourness in her life, sweet food became her solace.

Over time, it had evolved into a habit.

"Grandpa, stop teasing me."

After tasting the cake, Sabrina stood and discarded the wrapper.

As she stumbled, falling forward, Tyrone was there in an instant, steadying her with a firm grip on her waist. Their eyes locked. “Easy there."

Regaining her balance with the help of Tyrone's shoulder, Sabrina apologized, "I'm sorry. My sight got fuzzy for a moment."

Her vision hadn't fully recovered yet.

Tyrone guided her to sit on the couch, his concern evident. "Did you hurt yourself?"