Colleen occasionally interjected, ordering several dishes and two bottles of wine.

Meanwhile, Sabrina was mostly talking with Bella. They laughed over some humorous incidents Bella had experienced since her return.

At the surface, everyone at the table seemed to be enjoying a lively and friendly conversation.

Outside the restaurant, a car was parked beneath a sycamore tree. Its deep shadow concealed the car's interior.

Kira, sitting in the driver's seat, gazed through the restaurant window at them. For a moment, her expression turned fierce. She clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails pierced her palms, causing them to bleed.

Inside the restaurant, Horace sat beside Tyrone while Rita positioned herself next to Sabrina.

Kira was pained by the scene of harmony. How could her son, Tyrone, happily drink with Horace and Rita? How could Tyrone betray her Like this? Rita had taken the seat that should have been hers!

Kira was already fuming at Tyrone's lack of support for her doings.

How could Tyrone calmly drink and talk with the damned Rita, who had ruined her family? Why hadn't Tyrone confronted Horace? Why had he let Rita sit across from him?

Kira felt a deep sense of betrayal. Again, she wrongly blamed everything on Sabrina. She assumed with Sabrina's influence, Tyrone might even start to see, Rita, her enemy, as a mother figure.

Kira was overwhelmed with emotion and fury. She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

Horace's phone started to ring. He set down his glass and pulled out his phone. Seeing the number, he hung up.

“Why don't you answer that?" Rita asked.

"It's just a prank call," Horace replied nonchalantly.

In the car, Kira clenched her teeth, glared at Horace, and dialed again.

Horace still didn't pick up.

When Kira tried once more, a robotic voice informed her through the phone, “Hello, the number you have reached is currently switched off. Please try again later..."

Kira was so furious that she nearly hurled her phone out the window.

Tyrone averted his gaze, fighting to keep his anger in check. Just moments earlier, he had glimpsed the screen of Horace's phone, having recognized a number he knew all too well. What the hell did Kira want?

Just then, Tyrone's phone started to ring. Pulling it out, he saw it was Kira calling. He quickly pieced together that Kira must be close enough to see them.