Tyrone's expression hardened. "Understood, I'll be right there."

He hastily adjusted his clothing, shrugged on his jacket, and turned to address Sabrina, still sprawled on the bed. "I have to leave."

“What's going on?" Sabrina pulled the quilt around her, leaning against the bed. “It's late. Do you really need to go?"

Tyrone paused in his efforts to straighten his attire.

"Julia? Galilea's agent? Has something happened to Galilea

The silence that followed his lack of response snapped Sabrina back to reality, a chill creeping over her.

"Galilea is missing."

"Missing? You should contact the police first. Going there yourself won't help at this point."

Was this Galilea's ploy to have him rush to her side?

"Galilea isn't in a good place mentally. Being alone out there is risky for her, and her public status complicates matters. The police won't be helpful. I will find her as soon as I can. I assure you, once she is safe, I'll return."

As Sabrina gazed into Tyrone's resolute expression, a pang of heartache tugged at her emotions.

This must be Galilea's play to draw Tyrone out. Sabrina had a hunch, a painful clarity he seemed to lack.

He wouldn't let Galilea be in danger.

He wouldn't come back.

The realization hit her like a cold splash. Tyrone wouldn't return.

“But what if I can't bear to see you go?" Sabrina mustered the courage to utter the words.

“Sabrina, stop being difficult."

“Do you even recall your promise to Grandpa?" Sabrina's defiance was palpable.

Why was he always so devoted to Galilea? Whenever anything befell her, he was at her side at once.

What was the use of a spouse who would always be drawn away by another woman?