She ascended the stairs.

Tyrone paused for a moment before following her.

Inside the master bedroom, Sabrina began sorting the items from her suitcase.

Observing her engrossed in unpacking, he sat on the couch, gently grabbing her wrist. “That can wait.”

Sabrina chose to continue her task, engaging in a conversation about her business trip.

"The choice is yours. What would you like for dinner?"

Sabrina halted and looked at Tyrone. "Are you cooking?"

“Indeed. Tyrone met her gaze.

"Hmm..." Pondering a bit, Sabrina finally decided. "I want spaghetti."

"Alright, I'LL have Karen fetch the necessary ingredients. Anything else?"

"That should do it."

Tyrone stood and made his way downstairs.

The door of their room swung open and shut, leaving Sabrina alone.

As the door closed, Sabrina let out a soft sigh, resuming her unpacking.

Her trust in Tyrone was severely tainted, even after he professed his love.

Galilea was still in the picture.

Having finished unpacking, Sabrina carried the Laundry downstairs.

Reaching the staircase, she noticed Tyrone engrossed in a phone call.

It didn't sound business-related.

She reduced her pace to minimize any noise. Then she overheard Tyrone say, “Just get her to a hospital and return. Inform her that her manipulations won't affect me. It's her health. She's only harming herself. That's it."