What was he thinking?

"Why is there no point?" Tyrone took a step forward.

"You should prioritize attending to your wounds and changing your attire before visiting Galilea at the hospital."

A shadow fell across Tyrone's face. He understood that if Sabrina could deduce his injuries from the news, she could also ascertain that the other victim was Galilea.

He quickly clarified, "I was at lunch with Chains. He departed first. I encountered the attackers afterward. I had no idea why Galilea was there or why she got stabbed."

"So, it was all coincidental?"

"Indeed." Tyrone met her gaze, nodding earnestly without any hesitation. "If you don't believe me, verify it with Chains."

"There's no need for such explanations."

Truthfully, if Tyrone desired to see Galilea, he was free to do so. He didn't need to conceal it or lie, because she didn't care in the least.

Furthermore, considering that Galilea had taken a knife for him, saving his life, shouldn't he be moved?

Tyrone just needed to agree to the divorce, and Galilea would be his

Tyrone's brow creased, his eyes growing darker. “You doubt me

Sabrina looked down, maintaining her silence for a moment. "I used to trust you."

His deeds had served as a brutal teacher, forcing her to acknowledge the chilling reality. She couldn't even trust the man she had given her heart to in marriage.

The man she had married was capable of inflicting pain and weaving Lies with ease.

He was the one who had shattered her faith in him.

Tyrone, taken aback, felt a tightness in his throat. “Sabrina, I..."

She cut him off mid-sentence. "Galilea is hurting because of you. She's alone in the hospital. Go see her. I need to get back to my work."

With that, she turned to leave.

Tyrone reached out, attempting to catch her hand.