"Mr. Blakely, why was your phone switched off at the time?"

Tyrone raised his eyes to meet hers.

Flashing a smile, Julia continued, “Don't misinterpret my question.

There are two missed calls from Galilea on her phone. They were made shortly after she was trapped in that fiery room. She must have been desperate and hoped you would come to her rescue. Had you picked up and alerted the crew, this disaster might have been averted."

Tyrone lowered his gaze, replying, "I was preoccupied. I had no idea this would happen."

According to Julia's source, Tyrone was dining by candlelight with Sabrina at that time.

But Tyrone wouldn't intentionally ignore Galilea's calls.

Sabrina must have turned off his phone.

Despite this, Tyrone took the blame upon himself to shield Sabrina.

Galilea was right to worry after all

“What a tragedy! Galilea might have dodged this disaster."

Tyrone changed the topic. “Any idea when she might regain consciousness?"

“That's uncertain. She might wake up tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning. Mr. Blakely, please stay here with her. She was murmuring your name before she passed out. Seeing you upon waking will alleviate her fear. Only you can give her that sense of security. Do you understand?"

Tyrone frowned, remaining quiet.

If he stayed away from home all night, explaining it to Sabrina would pose a challenge.

Noticing Tyrone's hesitation, Julia sighed before trying to convince him further. "Galilea has endured so much to reach this point. The doctor warned that despite a successful surgery, there could still be some residual scars. Mr. Blakely, you understand the devastation a scar can cause to a girl, especially to an actress, right? Before the fire spread, she called you. That was her only hope. Had she reached out to me or the crew, she may not have been so critically hurt, but you let her down. Imagine her waking up and not seeing you there. How heartbroken would she be?

Today's her birthday. She didn't want to trouble you. During breaks on set, she kept glancing at her phone, hoping for a happy birthday text from you, even if you couldn't make it to see her. Who would have predicted her birthday would turn so disastrous? My heart aches for her."

After a moment of silence, Tyrone finally said, "I need to step outside to make a phone call."

"Alright." Julia could tell her words had an impact on Tyrone.

Exiting the hospital room, Tyrone was greeted by a refreshing gust of wind.