However, Sabrina's frosty attitude indicated a disagreement between the two.

Bradley, eyeing Sabrina hesitantly, asked, "Sabrina, should I drive you home?"

"You can go back first," replied Sabrina.

She was firm in her stance that she needed to handle Tyrone herself.

The last thing she wanted was to drag Bradley into their quarrel.

Upon hearing this, Bradley agreed. "Alright, I'Ll take my leave then."

He leaned in to whisper in her ear, “Regardless of your disagreement, I suggest you both talk it out. Let me know if you need any assistance

How could their issue be simply talked out?

Sabrina, touched by his kind offer, gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. “Alright, thanks.”

To Tyrone, however, this interaction seemed exceedingly close, making his eyes darken.

As Bradley's car exited the garage, it left Tyrone and Sabrina alone in the echoing silence.

Sabrina glanced at him, her face void of any emotion, and mocked, “What? Are you here to play the knight in shining armor for Galilea?"

"I didn't come for that, Sabrina."

“Well, in that case, I'll be on my way."

Sabrina's nonchalant demeanor triggered Tyrone to step up, grasping her arm, "I'LL give you a ride."

She pulled her arm away, asserting, "I don't need your assistance."

"Sabrina!"

“What can I do for you, Mr. Blakely?" Sabrina quirked an eyebrow in his direction.

Tyrone, in return, found her sarcasm hard to bear.

"I'm aware you're still seething about that day. That day..."