He anticipated a confrontation, a heated argument as before.

But she remained composed, subtly dismissing him.

Tyrone felt uneasy.

Nonetheless, he had no reason to linger. "Alright, I'll take my Leave now. Rest well."

Suddenly, Tyrone halted.

Seeing him stand still, Sabrina questioned with a hint of perplexity, "Is something wrong?"

Tyrone's eyes involuntarily fell upon Sabrina's necklace. He distinctly remembered her not wearing it earlier in the day.

He guessed it was from Bradley.

“What did you do today? Did you spend the entire day with Bradley?"

Tyrone looked at her and inquired.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Meeting his gaze, Sabrina responded with a counter—question. "And where were you last night? Were you with Galilea the entire time?"

Inhaling deeply, Tyrone explained, “Galilea's mental state seems unstable. It's unsafe for her to be left alone."

Sabrina felt an overwhelming sensation of helplessness upon hearing his words.

How could she convey to Tyrone that she didn't give a damn about Galilea?

Moreover, she hadn't noticed anything unusual about Galilea when they had spoken earlier in the day.

If she voiced her observations, he would accuse her of lacking empathy.

“Even if her life wasn't at stake, you'd rush to her. You harbor feelings for her. Why hide behind excuses?" Sabrina questioned. "You don't owe me any explanations."

"I realize you have feelings for Bradley, but bringing him to meet Grandpa at this point was a poor choice."

"Isn't that what you did? You did the exact same thing, visiting Galilea and bringing her to see Grandpa. I took a leaf out of your book."

"Galilea wasn't doing well. I had to bring her here to keep watch. You were the one who said it was okay to bring her when Grandpa was moved to the regular ward. Why the sudden outrage?" Confusion painted Tyrone's face.