But Sabrina could not justify herself. Even if she mustered the courage to assert her innocence, she would still be left scarred.

Bradley turned off the recording.

Once more, he couldn't contain his rage. He drew a deep breath and stated, "This is only a fragment of what I've heard. Many others slander her behind her back with words a thousand, a hundred thousand times more despicable than these. You're a man. Don't tell me you're unaware of their malicious thoughts! She shouldn't have suffered this.

Why must she endure this? All because of you! If there's any shred of decency left in you, you'll keep your distance from her!"

Tyrone maintained his silence for a moment before finally uttering, "If you want to use her to make me help you deal with the public opinions that are against you, then you have succeeded."

Bradley, seething with rage, snapped back, "What do you mean by claiming I want to use her to make you help me?"

"Isn't that the case?" Tyrone scoffed. “Are you genuinely fond of her or are you just using her to get my help? Bradley, you may fool her, but you won't fool me

Sabrina had confided in him that the man she had feelings for didn't reciprocate them.

Bradley appeared deeply in love with her, but in reality, he only sought to exploit her.

Enraged, Bradley clenched his fists so hard that his veins bulged. He released his grip and declared, "Fine, no point in discussing this further. I hope you reflect on this and let go of Sabrina!"

With that, Bradley opened the door, got out, and slammed the door shut behind him.

Tyrone remained unmoved in his seat, considering the possibility that Bradley was just furious because he had been exposed.

Watching Bradley depart in a fury, Kylan and the driver exchanged glances before stepping into the car.

The car eased its way into the yard. Tyrone got out, paused and tilted his head upwards. The Lights within the master's quarters were already turned off.

After stepping into the living room, Tyrone switched on the Lights and glanced at the drawer. To his surprise, he discovered that the spare key to the master bedroom had been returned.

He walked into the room quietly.

The room was shrouded in darkness, with only a few moonlit rays filtering through the gaps in the curtains, gently illuminating her hair on the pillow.

She lay in bed, tucked under the covers, embraced by the darkness.

Curling up, half of her face remained hidden beneath the quilt.

Tyrone took a seat at the edge of the bed, carefully raising a corner of the quilt, and gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, which was delicately illuminated by the faint glow of the moon.