He ended the call and lent a hand to Sabrina with the clean-up.

She looked at him, querying, "Why didn't you answer?"

Tyrone offered no reply.

A knock sounded on the door. "Mr. Blakely."

"Come in."

The secretary entered, a phone clasped in her hand. "Mr, Blakely, Julia called me. She insisted you take her call. She mentioned something about Ms. Clifford..."

Her voice trailed off as she noticed Sabrina's presence. She glanced nervously at Tyrone's expression, regret washing over her. Hastily, she added, "I'LL get back to her immediately."

In a twist of fate, her phone was set to speaker mode, and Julia's voice rang out clearly. "Mr. Blakely! If you want to regret it for the rest of your life, just hang up the phone!"

Silence greeted her.

The secretary's complexion drained of color, and she cast anxious glances at Tyrone.

Sabrina put two and two together; it must have been Julia who had been relentlessly calling Tyrone.

Thankfully, she hadn't invaded his privacy, saving herself from further misconceptions.

She turned to Tyrone. "Answer her."

Given the situation, there was no point in ignoring it any longer.

After a moment's hesitation, he picked up the phone, his brows knitting together in frustration, and walked to the window. "What is it?"

The secretary cautiously stood aside, thinking the CEO appeared to be afraid of Sabrina.

On the other end, Julia's voice was wrought with anxiety. "Mr. Blakely, I'm at the hospital. You need to get here quickly. Galilea's not stable..."

Tyrone cut her off. “Where's her doctor?"

"The doctor's at a loss. She's non-cooperative, barely hanging on.

Can't you find it in you to show her some compassion?"