Tyrone sped off to Starry Apartment. He couldn't afford any delays this time.

When Sabrina got Tyrone's call, she was in the middle of a chat with a client.

Ever since Sabrina left the Blakely Group, lots of offers had come her way, but she wasn't interested in jumping back into work just yet, so she turned them down with grace.

She had just shared on her social media that she was on the lookout for a job, along with some of her latest work, when a client reached out to her about a gig as an ad photographer, tasked with taking all the shots for an ad campaign.

Sabrina froze for a second when she saw Tyrone's number. Picking up, she said, “Hello? What's up?"

“Sabrina... I'm right outside, on the eighteenth floor. Could you...

Maybe come out to meet me?" Tyrone's voice came through.

“Aren't you supposed to be on a business trip?" Sabrina inquired.

“Sabrina, I'm sorry. I was wrong to lie to you..." Tyrone sounded uneasy.

"It's just... I didn't know how to face you after... You know everything, right? Please, come out. I need to explain..."

Sabrina remained quiet for a moment, her smile tinged with sadness.

"I do know. Jennie is your daughter by blood. That explains why she resembles you. I never had any suspicions..."

“Forgive me, Sabrina. I never intended to deceive you. The truth is, I only found out yesterday that Jennie is my daughter," Tyrone confessed, his voice low and strained.

“You and Keilani... What exactly happened between you two?" Sabrina couldn't resist asking, her voice gentle.

It was a relief Sabrina chose to ask. It was far better than shutting him out. With a hint of pain in his voice, Tyrone insisted, "Sabrina, I swear I had no idea who she was... It was a chance incident, six years back..."

It happened one summer, six years ago, at a party. Tyrone began to feel ill, suspecting someone had slipped something into his drink. He went upstairs to the hotel to rest.

Overwhelmed by dizziness and a faint feeling, he hallucinated that a divine figure came to him, and they had sex. The next morning, he woke up to find himself alone.

Tyrone had people look into the matter, but they came up empty-handed.

The woman from that night seemed like nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

After a fruitless search, he eventually set the matter aside. As time marched on, the memory faded.