The room fell into a profound silence.

Eventually, Tyrone broke the silence. "I'm sorry. My worry got the best of me."

Sorry?

How strange.

Three years of marriage, and all she got from him was the word "sorry."

"I take the blame. I'll make amends. Ask for anything, it's yours.

Galilea's innocent. She's clueless about our marriage. Don't hold it against her."

A sardonic smile etched onto Sabrina's face.

This was Tyrone, her husband.

He offered his apologies to her and resorted to making threats in order to protect Galilea.

Worn out, Sabrina no longer wished to converse with Tyrone. "Whatever."

With that, she walked out of the CEO's office.

Her form was a picture of desolation.

Watching her receding figure, Tyrone's eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

Tyrone cast a glance at the screen before answering the call.

"Tyrone, did you catch the news? I apologize, I ought to have been more cautious," Galilea said over the phone.

"Tyrone?" Hearing no reply, Galilea repeated his name.

Shaking off his distraction, Tyrone replied, "No worries. I've taken care of it. Your career won't be impacted."

“Really? Thank you, Tyrone. You've been so kind to me."

After Galilea hung up, Julia sighed. "That was a smart move. But I worry. What if Sabrina reveals the news that they are married? What then?"

Galilea, staring at her phone's dark screen, declared confidently, "That won't happen."

A woman's intuition was indeed keen.

Three years prior, she had detected Sabrina's affection for Tyrone.

Sabrina had concealed it well, but Galilea had noticed it. Out of concern for Tyrone's image, Sabrina wouldn't take any reckless action.