When their eyes met, Sabrina's gaze turned cold, and she quickly averted her eyes.

Bradley, unaware of the tension between Sabrina and Tyrone, nodded at him.

"Sabrina, have you eaten?" Wanda asked, noticing Bradley. "Who's this?"

"This is my friend, Bradley. He drove me here."

Feeling an intense stare, she knew immediately who it was, even without turning around.

Bradley advanced, removing his mask. "Mr. and Mrs. Blakely, I have sent Sabrina here. Aware of your illness, I decided to visit. How are you doing?"

“How thoughtful of you. I'm well," Cesar responded cheerfully

"That's reassuring. Since Sabrina is now here, I won't overstay my welcome. I'LL be on my way. Take care." Bradley put on a mask and left the ward.

"Sabrina, your friend is both good-looking and well-mannered," Wanda commented, her smile warm.

She then cast a surreptitious glance at Tyrone.

According to her years of experience, she sensed Bradley's feelings for Sabrina.

Unlike Galilea, he was more considerate.

When Sabrina appeared clueless about her hidden implications, she elaborated, “Grandma, he's a celebrity, adored by many girls.”

"Is that so? How did you know each other?"

"We were childhood neighbors, but he relocated later. Never thought we'd cross paths again."

"What a coincidence!" Wanda exclaimed. "Are you childhood sweethearts?"

"Something Like that."

Throughout this, Tyrone remained seated, a growing shadow descending over him.

"Sabrina, you must be exhausted after a long day of work. You should head home and rest. Tyrone, accompany Sabrina back."

The pretext of work was an excuse Tyrone used for Sabrina in front of Cesar and Wanda.