"The wait might be too long. I'm really hungry. Could you run downstairs and grab something for me?" Sabrina's gaze met his.

For the first time, Tyrone's face softened in a tender smile as he looked at Sabrina. He quickly nodded. “Absolutely, I'll grab something.

Stay put and ring the nurse if you need anything. Don't try to move."

Sabrina simply nodded.

As soon as Tyrone exited, Sabrina summoned a nurse by ringing the call button. "Can I assist you with anything, miss? Are you experiencing discomfort?"

"I need to know. How is my baby doing?"

"Don't worry. Your baby is doing fine. However, the fetus's condition is currently unstable, and you've sprained your ankle. I suggest not leaving your bed or walking around for a few days."

Sabrina let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the desired answer.

"Alright, thank you."

"No need for thanks. Given your condition, we refrained from prescribing any oral medications. We've only provided topical medication for your sprained ankle. You should be able to leave the hospital tomorrow, just remember to change your medication regularly."

“Okay, thank you."

Shortly after, Tyrone returned with a selection of food he had bought from the hospital cafeteria.

The offerings included a variety of meats, vegetables, soup, a juicy pear, and a carton of milk.

As Sabrina tucked into her meal, she said, "Why don't you head home? There's plenty of staff here. You can pick me up tomorrow. If you're busy, just arrange for the driver to take me."

"I'LL stay with you. Considering your injured ankle, you won't be able to move around easily. I've already arranged for the driver to bring some clothes for you to change into."

A warm feeling spread through Sabrina. "Alright."

Suddenly, Tyrone's phone began to ring.

He retrieved his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen.

Stepping out of the room, he answered. "Hello, Galilea?"

At the mention of the name, Sabrina lifted her gaze and tried to eavesdrop.

But Tyrone was too far away for her to hear anything.

After a few moments, Tyrone returned, a hint of regret in his tone.

“I'm sorry, Sabrina. I have to leave. Galilea isn't feeling well. I've arranged for the driver to bring the housekeeper to look after you. I'Ul be back tomorrow to pick you up."

Before she could respond, Tyrone quickly exited the room.

Watching his hurried departure, Sabrina couldn't help but smile bitterly.