At Tyrone's silence, Sabrina's mouth quivered slightly.

"You should go. I can't bear to look at you right now."

"Sabrina. ."

"Let's talk about it once I've had time to cool off."

After ending the call, Sabrina placed her phone on the table, sank back into the sofa, and shut her eyes, her thoughts in turmoil.

Sabrina asked herself whether she had feelings for Tyrone. Even though he wasn't the beacon of light in her darkness anymore, her affection for him lingered.

Then, the image of Jennie crossed her mind.

Sabrina assumed although Jennie wasn't hers, she had to admit Jennie was full of life and charm, always well-behaved, insightful, and intelligent. Having spent so much time together, Sabrina had come to love Jennie as if Jennie were her own.

Even now, if Jennie were to appear before her, Sabrina knew she couldn't bring herself to loathe Jennie.

Then, another question popped up. Had Tyrone done something wrong?

After all, he was drugged back then and unaware of Jennie's existence and her background until recently.

Was Jennie at fault? Jennie was the least to blame. She didn't get to choose her parents. She had held the belief that she was an orphan and was understandably sensitive.

Yet, Sabrina found it impossible to act as if nothing had changed and return to her previous life. She was torn, reluctant, and uneasy.

Right then, her phone buzzed again.

Taking a deep breath, Sabrina opened her eyes and checked the caller ID. It was Tyrone.

She declined the call without a second thought.

Seconds later, her phone rang once more.

Sabrina picked up the phone without glancing at the caller ID and snapped, "I already told you I need some space. Stop calling me!"

"Hey, Sabrina. It's me."

Sabrina heard a weary female voice on the other end.