"That could be... But... But things are not that simple..." Blayze frowned and said, “If I leave, who's going to take charge of the Fowler family?"

“Oh, I forgot about that," Sabrina replied. "It's getting pretty late. Should we head back? Where do you live?"

“Where I live? I live..." Blayze's words became blurred due to the alcohol.

Leaning closer, Sabrina tried to catch his words but couldn't make out what he mumbled in the end. Damn it. If only she had known, she wouldn't have wasted time listening to him ramble. She should have directly asked for his address.

Sabrina had no clue where the Fowler family resided. Tyrone probably knew. But, if she reached out to Tyrone explaining she needed to drop the tipsy Blayze home, he'd likely rush over to Violetholt to fetch her.

Calling Rita didn't seem like a good option. Then, Sabrina recalled Horace had called her before. Yet, Horace was the last person Blayze wanted to see... It was best to take Horace to a hotel.

Sabrina took a taxi and asked the waiter's help to escort Blayze into the car. Then, she returned to the hotel and secured a room for him.

Sabrina arranged for Blayze to stay in the room next to hers at the hotel. She had two bodyguards assist Blayze onto the bed and remove his shoes to make him comfortable for sleep.

She turned the air conditioning on and set the temperature just right.

Then, she fetched a glass of water and placed it on the nightstand.

Sabrina was about to leave when suddenly Blayze caught her wrist.

Even with his eyes shut and his face flushed, he looked distressed, as if caught in a sad dream. “Don't... Don't go..."

Sabrina sat by the bed and reassured him gently, "I'm not going anywhere. Get some rest."

The bond between Sabrina and Blayze seemed more like Blayze putting in all the effort. He had been there for Sabrina, be it her photographic career, her stay in Philade, or taking down Hobson. Yet, Sabrina felt she couldn't offer much in return.

Sabrina was always thankful for Blayze's support and considered him a friend. She knew she might drift away from him over time, but she would never resent him for siding with the Evans family. He wasn't bound to help her.

Tyrone had worked hard on resolving the issue. Although he did it for Larry, Sabrina was deeply thankful to him.

"Don't... Don't go..." Blayze was still restless, murmuring with a faint voice.

Sabrina moved closer to hear him better. “I miss you so much, mom.."

It turned out Blayze was dreaming about his mother. Despite never meeting her, the stories from the Evans family had given Blayze a sense of who his mother was.

Sabrina was torn, wanting to pull away. Blayze was dreaming about his mother and clung to her wrist, thinking she was his mom.