Tyrone studied her, his Adam's apple bobbing.

“Enough of this, Tyrone. Go and see Galilea. She's badly hurt, traumatized by the fire. The doctors say she's not doing well."

Tyrone's fingers loosened his tie, his brows furrowed, eyes lowered, and he fell into deep thought.

“What are you waiting for, Tyrone? You know, she called you before the fire. She relies on you and trusts you. Had you picked up, she might not have been hurt. Can you bear to think of her alone in a hospital bed, fighting for her life?"

"I understand. Help me get Sabrina home." Tyrone finally spoke, and strode out.

Stepping forward, Sabrina called out, "Tyrone! Remember what today is! The doctors are caring for her. You don't need to be there!"

Her patience was at its end.

In his heart, Galilea always took precedence.

She couldn't stand it any Longer, her jealousy threatening to consume her.

She wanted to be the villain, just this once.

She just wanted to have him all to herself for today.

Tyrone paused, spun around to face her. “I'm aware of what today signifies. But I must visit her; her condition is critical."

He exited the room.

“Tyrone! Can you really walk out on me?"

But Tyrone continued his departure.

“Fine then. Tyrone, if you abandon me today, our relationship ends,”

Sabrina blurted out, her gaze fixated on his retreating figure.

Tyrone hesitated, then proceeded to walk away under her intense stare.

As his silhouette vanished before her eyes, Sabrina felt a sudden surge of powerlessness. She attempted to maintain her balance with the aid of the table, her eyes reflecting utter desolation.

He had indeed left.