The doctor approached Galilea and attended to her wound.

Galilea didn't resist. She appeared somewhat frightened, nestling into Tyrone, clutching his arm tightly, unwilling to release him.

Watching them, Sabrina quietly exited the room.

In the corridor, she stared out the window at the distant horizon.

She had been right.

As long as Galilea remained, she and Tyrone could never live peacefully.

She had no desire for a life overshadowed by constant dread.

It was too exhausting.

Then, a figure approached from behind.

Julia stood beside her, a triumphant grin on her face. "Sabrina, did you see that? Mr. Blakely and Galilea have been in love for years.

Their breakup is anything but easy!"

Julia expected Sabrina to argue, but instead, she agreed, "You're correct."

Julia was taken aback. jince you understand, you must also know that clinging onto Mr. Blakely is pointless. You should let him go. At least you'll maintain your dignity."

"Galilea needs to know about this. Regardless of how profound their affection may be, it's not justification enough to meddle in others' marriage. This morning, Bettie, upon believing the rumors, said to me, 'I won't be friends with a mistress.' It appears the old saying was right. Birds of a feather really do flock together!"

Julia's face turned icy. Just as she was gathering words for a response, she detected footsteps behind her.

Emerging from the ward, Tyrone paused behind Sabrina and suggested, "Let's go."

“Has her therapy session ended?" Sabrina queried as she turned around.

"Yes."

Suddenly, the terrified scream of Galilea echoed from the ward.

"Mr. Blakely, you're not staying with her any longer? She..." Julia attempted to continue, but the frigid gaze from Tyrone stopped her mid-sentence.