Sabrina took a quick glance at Tyrone.

He took hold of her hand and together they descended the stairs.

Spotting them, the driver promptly abandoned his cigarette and swung the car door open. "Sir, are we returning to the office?"

"Yes,"

The car exited the hospital premises, smoothly navigating the speed bumps, and was about to merge onto the main road.

However, the driver suddenly hit the brakes.

Instantaneously, a crowd encircled the vehicle, brandishing cameras and hurling a volley of questions, hopeful that Tyrone and Sabrina would step out for an interview.

It was a group of reporters Lurking near the hospital.

Sabrina gazed in astonishment at the chaotic crowd outside the car.

What a familiar scene!

But this time, she and Tyrone were the ones entrapped.

Tyrone, with a grim countenance, ordered the driver, "Proceed. I can manage the consequences!"

The driver blanched, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He nudged the car forward.

While Tyrone could afford any consequences, he was currently driving the car.

If he accidentally injured someone, it could lead to a new wave of negative publicity.

Since the reporters had already spotted them, it wouldn't be easy to escape the situation so effortlessly. Despite the commotion, the reporters were unwilling to disperse. They clustered around the car, following its pace, undeterred by the silent and sealed windows, continuing their barrage of questions.

“Mr. Blakely, Ms. Chavez, could we have a word?"

"Mr. Blakely, what do you think of the news this morning?"

“What is the nature of your relationship with Ms. Chavez?"

No one responded.