Sabrina glanced at Tyrone and found his face was a little pale. He remained silent, his fists clenched in simmering anger. A pang of sympathy gripped Sabrina. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Contemplating whether to divulge the truth, she decided against it.

No, she didn't want to make it too easy for him and decided to make him suffer a little longer. She resolved to reveal the truth to him tomorrow.

The car lapsed into a profound silence, with only the sounds of their breathing permeating the air.

As the vehicle stopped at the apartment building, Sabrina opened the door and stepped out. Turning around, she noticed Tyrone still seated, unresponsive. She asked, “Tyrone, aren't you getting out?"