But Tyrone didn't smoke.

Sensing movement behind him, the man, Larry, turned to face her.

“Larry." She greeted him with a friendly smile. "Enjoying a smoke?"

Larry offered a helpless smile and quit his smoking. "My wife doesn't let me smoke at home."

"She worries for you."

"Yeah, I only light one up now and then. Just don't let her know."

"Alright, I'll act as if I haven't seen a thing." Not wanting to meddle too much in Larry and his wife's affectionate relationship, Sabrina quickly excused herself. "I should be heading back."

"Wait!" Larry's words halted her.

Sabrina paused, turning to face him. "Need something else?"

"I came across some news on the internet."

At this, Sabrina dropped her gaze, feeling a pang of embarrassment.

Wanda and Lena hadn't pried, allowing her to feign composure and save face. But now, Larry called her bluff.

"I know you're not to blame. It's Tyrone. Has he shared his plans to handle the situation? Is he still in touch with Galilea?"

Sabrina remained quiet, unsure of how to respond.

She was generally not one to share her personal concerns. Even during disagreements with Tyrone, she'd never confided in others. Instead, she'd share joyful stories, all in an effort to maintain a harmonious relationship.

"You don't need to hold back. Just tell me the truth, or I can dig it up myself!" Larry's voice took on a serious tone.

Sabrina's frown deepened. "He visited her a few days back."

"I knew it!" Larry exhaled deeply. "Though Tyrone may seem aloof, he does wrestle with his conscience. He tends to be quite soft-hearted!"

Sabrina silently scoffed.

His conscience was far from bothered, and his heart was anything but soft, at least not for her.