Sabrina could only imagine his anger.

Regardless, confrontation was inevitable. Resolved, Sabrina boarded the elevator to the underground garage and made her way to Tyrone's location.

“Tyrone, would you dine with me tonight? It's been a while and I finally got some time off from the shoot."

At the corner, Sabrina caught a glimpse of Galilea's voice and came to a halt.

"You should head home. There are prying eyes tonight," Tyrone replied.

"But..."

“Listen, Galilea. I promised Grandpa that I would maintain a cordial relationship with Sabrina for a while. It's best if we limit our contact, especially with the possibility of the press capturing it and Grandpa learning of it. He doesn't need any more shocks."

Galilea began to weep. "I understand your concern for your grandpa. But what if you fall for Sabrina? What if you stop Loving me? I can't lose you, Tyrone."

“Didn't you always feel indebted to Sabrina and regretted returning? If it comes to that, I will arrange for you to live abroad, free of worries."

Galilea's expression froze.

Sabrina almost chuckled. The irony was too sweet.

Galilea had been masquerading as vulnerable and kind-hearted before

Tyrone, only to now taste her own medicine.

"Tyrone, I can't live without you. Don't cast me aside. I know I owe Sabrina, but the thought of life without you is unbearable. Night after night, I dream of being forced into a rickety minibus and trapped in a small, dim room. Those men..."

Galilea's voice trailed off as she buried herself into Tyrone's embrace, sobbing.

In a softened voice, Tyrone reassured her, "That's all in the past now.

Try not to dwell on it. I'll have your agent take you to your therapist."

Sabrina's frown deepened.

Tyrone's words implied these things not mere fabrications.

Could this be what caused Galilea's illness?