The phone rang for over twenty seconds before connecting.

"Hello, Sabrina?" Tyrone's voice sounded low and hoarse.

"Tyrone, where are you? Why haven't you returned yet?"

“I'm at Wanda's place."

Sabrina was relieved.

“When will you be back? Should we prepare dinner for you?"

“No need. You and Jennie go ahead and have dinner."

“Okay, come back soon."

"Okay..."

After ending the call, Sabrina placed her phone on the table.

Tyrone usually had lunch at Wanda's place but rarely stayed for dinner. However, this time seemed different. Kira must be there. Kira could take this opportunity to spend time with Tyrone. Though Sabrina disliked Kira, she wouldn't interfere with Tyrone's interactions with Kira.

To Sabrina's surprise, at nine in the evening, a maid from Wanda's place unexpectedly called, claiming Tyrone had consumed too much alcohol and would be spending the night there, foregoing his return home.

Sabrina was surprised, but she didn't dwell on it.

Meanwhile, the maid hung up the phone and cast a glance at Tyrone, who sat solemnly in the armchair beside her. "I've let Miss Chavez know."

Tyrone rested his elbow on his knee, his expression somber as he stared downward, consumed by a sense of despair. How could he confront Sabrina now?

In the early hours, the bright sunlight bathed the pillow. Sabrina opened her eyes. Gazing at the space next to her, memories of the previous day flooded back. She instinctively placed a hand on her belly. She was expecting. It wasn't just a dream.

The realization of her pregnancy filled her with joy. A smile spread across her face, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

If Tyrone discovered she was expecting, he'd be bursting with joy, wouldn't he? She was eager to share it with him.

Yet, after breakfast, Tyrone hadn't returned home. Perhaps he had gone directly to his office.

Sabrina took the medical report and got in the car with Jennie.