"She's the one responsible for her health. If she doesn't value it, she'll have to pay the price. Outside of work, I have no obligations towards her. She should take care for herself."

With that, Tyrone ended the call abruptly. He swung around to see Sabrina seated silently on the sofa.

After the secretary exited, she queried, "Has Galilea been admitted to the hospital? Why not check on her yourself?"

"Do you think I should visit her?"

Sabrina realized she couldn't make that choice for him. It hinged on whether Galilea was ready to let go or not.

As anticipated, when the two of them were napping in the Lounge, Julia called him once more.

Tyrone answered the phone in the Lounge.

Sabrina overheard Tyrone asking, “Did the doctor administer the sedative?"

"Indeed. However, its efficacy has dwindled due to overuse."

“Why not employ more staff to control her?"

"She's already injured two doctors."

Tyrone was left without words

After a brief pause, Tyrone ended the call and shifted his gaze to

Sabrina.

Sabrina, sitting upright with her hands supporting her back, met his gaze unflinchingly. She shrugged nonchalantly. "Are you going to the hospital?"

Tyrone inhaled sharply, as if steeling himself before revealing, "Galilea slit her wrist to commit suicide..."

His voice trailed off. He knew words would do little at this point.

Nevertheless, he couldn't dismiss the matter. When Galilea was unwell, she was unpredictable.

"Alright, I understand." Sabrina nodded. "You can go."

Truth be told, she had surmised that Galilea might throw herself off a building. The reality wasn't far off.