Sabrina's eyes widened in shock. Goodness. She gasped, finding the news surprising. It didn't seem like the pregnancy was a calculated move to dodge punishment.

“Blayze?" Just then, three men entered the restaurant. The one leading caught sight of Blayze and made his way over with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You're here. And who might this lovely lady be? Don't you think you should introduce us?"

The young man's eyes showed no smile as he looked at Sabrina.

Sabrina's brows furrowed slightly. The look this young man gave her was unsettling, akin to being sized up by a snake.

"She's a friend." Blayze kept his reply brief and tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. "What brings the three of you together?"

“Oh, it's all Flynn Wheeler's doing. I warned him that the resort deal was shaky, but he went ahead with his investment, and now it's stuck. And by the way, I'm guessing you two aren't just friends, are you?" The young man's gaze flicked between Sabrina and Blayze suggestively.

Flynn, mentioned by the young man, seemed a bit embarrassed at the remark.

Ignoring the young man's insinuations, Blayze suggested, “Perhaps you should head upstairs to figure out your next steps."

“Sure, catch you later," the young man said, throwing one last look at Sabrina before he and his companions headed upstairs.

Once they were gone, Blayze's expression turned stern, a shadow crossing his features. "He's Rex, a distant relative of mine," Blayze revealed, watching the young man's retreating figure.

Sabrina froze. After Tyrone cleared his name, he launched a counteroffensive, leading to a key figure from the Evans family being ousted and handed over to the prosecutor's office for legal proceedings.

Sabrina recalled that this individual from the Evans family was actually Blayze's uncle. Given Rex's father faced prosecution, it was no wonder Rex bore resentment toward Tyrone.

Once they finished their meal, Blayze drove Sabrina back to her hotel.

Back at the Fowler family residence.

Horace was seated with an air of expectancy, his eyebrows lifting as Blayze entered. "What kept you away last night? You didn't spend the night at the Springhill house either."

The Springhill house served as one of Blayze's occasional retreats, especially when he opted not to return to the Fowler family residence.

Blayze took a moment before sitting down and requested a glass of water from a servant. "Dad, I'm grown. Is it wrong for me to attend to my own needs?"

"You..." Horace's frustration was palpable, yet Blayze felt a glimpse of amusement in Horace's reaction and the corners of his mouth twitched upward in a smirk.

Blayze suspected Horace was well aware of his movements the previous night. Horace simply said those words to warn him to stay away from Sabrina. After all, Sabrina was his half-brother's ex-wife.

With a huff, Horace warned, “You've seen the trouble your uncle found himself in. Tyrone is not someone to underestimate. Yet, you persist in your pursuit of Sabrina?"