Galilea, nestled against his chest, looked ashen. Tears welled in her eyes, her breaths shallow. "Tyrone, it hurts."

"Don't speak. We need to get you to the hospital." Tyrone scooped Galilea up, shooting Sabrina a glance on the stairs before exiting the scene.

Unseen by Tyrone, Galilea smirked, whispering silently, "I've won."

As Sabrina watched Tyrone's receding figure, a pang of sadness hit her.

She descended the stairs with indifference.

She didn't want to explain herself to Tyrone. She would let him believe what he saw.

As for the unease brewing in her heart, she closed her eyes, compelling herself not to dwell on it.

Galilea was nestled against Tyrone's chest.

From this position, she could see his striking features: high-bridged nose, angular jaw, all of which attracted her.

She couldn't Leave him.

Tyrone's first instinct was to rush her to the hospital, which suggested he still harbored feelings for her.

“What did you say to Sabrina on the stairs?" Tyrone asked suddenly.

"I merely wanted to apologize to her, but I didn't anticipate her to..." Galilea's voice trailed off.

Her words remained unfinished, but her intent was clear.

“Sabrina despises me, I don't blame her for what happened," Galilea added.

Tyrone stayed silent, maintaining his calm exterior.

He opened the car door single-handedly, assisting her inside. With his other hand on the door, he declared, "I'll call a driver to take you to the hospital."

Galilea looked shocked. She clutched Tyrone's arm, questioning, “Tyrone, you're not coming with me? I need you with me.”

"Stay in the car. The driver will arrive shortly." Tyrone detached her hand, turned and walked away.

Grasping Tyrone's waist from behind, Galilea wept and pleaded, "Tyrone, are you so eager to sever ties with me? This is the last time, alright? Just one last time. I have adapted to your presence, but now you abruptly want to leave. How could you be so heartless?"