Seeing Sabrina fall silent, Tyrone attempted to justify, "I apologize.

I didn't anticipate some fans taking it out on you."

Somebody had sent her an intimidating package, and he was fully aware of it.

He simply never gave her any thought.

His concern was only Galilea, and Sabrina was just nobody.

“Tyrone, there are times when an apology does more harm than good," she stated, a calm demeanor replacing her usual agitation

She had resigned herself to her fate; his apologies were now meaningless.

He had been saying sorry far too often recently.

But he was incapable of anything more.

She was fed up with it all.

Tyrone's expression hardened. He lowered his gaze, querying, "What is it that you desire?"

"Do you want to make it up to me?"

"Yes."

"Promise me one thing then. I haven't decided what it is yet, but I'll let you know once I do. Don't worry. I won't ask you to part ways with Galilea."

Truthfully, Sabrina had made her decision, but she wasn't ready to disclose it yet.

Cesar's health was improving, and she wasn't ready to divorce Tyrone in the near future. As days passed, the baby's existence would become evident.

She hoped that if they did part ways, he would surrender custody rights.

“Alright, I give you my word," Tyrone replied with conviction.

“I'm weary and need to unwind. You may leave now."

She should have been livid, having slapped him earlier.