Sabrina remained silent, making no effort to defend Tyrone.

If he was intent on divorce and planned on explaining it all to his grandparents, then she would let him do so.

Sabrina wouldn't cover up for him, nor would she sabotage his plans by seeking Wanda's intervention.

As dinner time approached, a servant ascended the stairs to assist Cesar in making his way down, and Tyrone joined to Lend a hand.

Sabrina busied herself assisting Wanda in arranging the dishes on the table.

“Grandma's culinary skills are unmatched," praised Tyrone.

Wanda gave Sabrina a quick look and chided, "Why aren't you singing praises for your wife? She's the one who prepared all these dishes. It seems to me that you're not appreciating her enough."

After a slight hesitation, Tyrone conceded, “Indeed, Sabrina's cooking is remarkable."

“That sounded half-hearted," Wanda grumbled.

Tyrone found himself speechless.

It was clear that due to the circulating news, Wanda wasn't particularly fond of him that day.

As they gathered around the dinner table, Cesar cleared his throat and asked cautiously, "Tyrone, I heard Galilea has returned recently?"

Tyrone nodded in confirmation. "Yes, she hasn't been back long."

"I came across a news piece this morning. I understand there was something between you two, but it's over. You and Sabrina are married now. Maintain your distance from that girl or imagine how Sabrina would feel. I heard there's a business deal with her in the works. Hand it over to Sabrina. Don't get involved."

Tyrone set his cutlery aside and faced Cesar with a serious expression.

"Grandpa, I intend to..."

Suddenly, Cesar interrupted with a fit of coughing. "“Sabrina's father was my savior. I promised him that I would cherish her as if she were my own flesh and blood, hence I arranged your marriage. Before the wedding, I asked for your consent and you agreed. I know you to be a man of your word. Tyrone, don't make me regret my faith in you.”

Tyrone fell silent.

It was clear Tyrone had no counter to his grandfather's stern words.

His silence, however, spoke volumes about his quiet rebellion and resolve.

The atmosphere grew tense.

“Try this, Grandpa, I made it myself. It's your favorite dish," Sabrina immediately interjected.

Wanda echoed, "Just look at Sabrina. She treats you so well."

“Sabrina, you are such a sweet child, unlike some heartless people who always rile me up," responded Cesar, taking a morsel and offering a nod of approval. "At this rate, I might perish from sheer frustration."

Tyrone, the subject of the veiled insult, remained tongue-tied.