"No, it's not over!" Galilea cried. "Whenever I shut my eyes, memories of the past invade my thoughts. I called out to you in the darkness, longing for you to rescue me..."

Tyrone held his silence.

Sabrina, in the corner, didn't exit.

A "crash" reverberated, and the car door muted Galilea's sobs.

Sabrina clutched her hands and watched. The dark Cayenne left the underground parking lot.

Looking at her phone screen, Sabrina sighed with relief.

She knew Tyrone would make concessions for Galilea.

Her faith in Tyrone was negligible, her disappointment, therefore, minimal.

It was as if she had predicted her own disappointment.

She loved him, but dared not pin any hopes on him.

Sabrina hailed a taxi to head back home after riding the elevator to the ground floor.

Midway, Tyrone sent her a message. "Apologies, Sabrina. Something urgent came up."

"Understood, I'll catch a taxi home," Sabrina responded.

“Wait for me at home. We'll have dinner together."

“Sure.”

Sabrina's reply was nonchalant, not expecting much.

She could recall countless times when Tyrone was summoned by Galilea.

He always returned after spending an entire night with her.

If he managed to return before dinner, it would be nothing short of miraculous.

It only indicated that Galilea's skills hadn't improved, but rather declined.