"No, thanks!" Sabrina rebuffed Tyrone, her refusal sharp as she yelled at the door.

Undeterred, Tyrone persisted, "I made your favorite food and porridge."

"You can have it yourself. Don't bother me," Sabrina rejected again.

“Sabrina, can you open the door? You don't want to keep listening to me knocking, do you?" Tyrone said in a soft voice.

Growing increasingly frustrated, Sabrina stormed over and flung the door open. Glaring at Tyrone, she snapped, “What the hell do you want? I've already told you not to badger me anymore. Can't you understand that?"

Holding a food box in one hand and a phone in the other, Tyrone looked at Sabrina innocently and said, "I'm sorry, Sabrina. I truly have no other option. Please listen to Damon's explanation. Once you've heard it, I'll leave immediately and won't disturb you anymore!"

Sabrina was momentarily stunned. To prevent herself from being exposed, she had sent Damon away. She didn't expect that Tyrone had already contacted Damon.

During her time staying in Philade, Damon had shadowed her closely all the time. Damon knew better than anyone that Sabrina had no boyfriend at all.

Additionally, Sabrina was aware that Damon had been covertly protecting her, indicating she had already believed Tyrone's explanation.

Yet, if Damon had exposed her lie to Tyrone, Tyrone wouldn't have reacted Like this. So Damon didn't say anything about her not having a boyfriend to Tyrone. But she had no idea why he was covering for her.

Feeling a slight relief, Sabrina looked up at Tyrone and cautiously asked, “Will you keep your word?"

“Of course."

Sabrina took the phone from his hand and whispered, "Hello, Damon?"

"It's me." Damon's voice came from the phone. She put it on speaker.

“Sabrina, you've got it all wrong about Tyrone. What he told you is true. While you were in Philade, I've been following you to keep you safe. I know everywhere you've been and everything you've done. If you don't believe me, you can test me, ask me anything, and see if I can answer."

Sabrina lowered her head, her eyes widening at Damon's words. She was surprised. She didn't know what Damon was up to.

Whatever stance Damon was taking, however, it benefitted her.

Pretending to ponder for a moment, Sabrina asked, "Alright, then where did I go on the first day of July?"

"I recall you finishing a shoot on the thirtieth of June. The next day, on the first of July, you stayed home all day to deal with the photographs and didn't go out," Damon replied.

Surprised by the accuracy of his response, Sabrina selected another day for scrutiny.