“Sabrina, I was ignorant about the situation then, hence those words. Please, don't hold it against me."

He drained his glass once again.

Refilling his glass, Sabrina posed another question. "So you're blaming my brother for not telling you?"

Eddie was taken aback. He glanced at Tyrone and quickly denied, "No, that wasn't my intention. I'm the one to blame."

He finished off the wine in his glass.

"One more glass." Sabrina poured him another.

Eddie's complexion was beginning to lose its color. He took a fleeting glance at Sabrina and reluctantly drank up.

"Enough." Sabrina put the bottle down and settled herself on the couch.

"It's not a big deal. I won't hold it against you."

"Right." Eddie managed a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

He understood that Sabrina was playing a game with him, testing his patience and then acting generous. His dislike for her grew.

What baffled him was Tyrone's choice.

In terms of physical appeal, both Sabrina and Galilea were equally attractive.

But when it came to personality, Galilea was undoubtedly superior. Her gentle, thoughtful, intellectual, and refined nature made her a pleasant companion. Her polite interactions and her welcoming smile were comforting.

Sabrina, on the other hand, was distant. Her arrogance, fueled by

Tyrone's support, made her unlikable.

Sabrina, however, was unaffected.

She was aware of Eddie's disdain for her and had no intentions of changing his perception.

He had offered his apology and she had accepted it. Keeping up a facade of cordiality was all that was needed.

Tyrone shot Eddie a meaningful glance before shifting his gaze. He turned to Sabrina, smiled, and asked, "You still call me your brother?"