Instead of visiting her, Tyrone planned to ship her off abroad.

Julia nodded gravely.

Galilea sank back into the bed, defeated.

"What do we do now?" Galilea asked weakly, her eyes shut.

She had assumed she knew Tyrone well, and thought her act would induce guilt and he would try to compensate Like before. But her plan had utterly backfired.

Julia sighed. "The doctor advised against traveling in your present condition. You need to rest now, we'll figure something out later."

"We don't have much time left!" Galilea responded anxiously.

Once she recovered, Tyrone would ensure she was on a plane out of here.

Julia felt a tinge of annoyance at Sabrina's impatient tone and retorted, "Why are you snapping at me? Moreover, if Tyrone digs deeper into this..."

She stopped mid-sentence as she saw Kylan end his phone call and return.

Frankie knocked on the door twice, asking, "Ms. Clifford, are you awake?"

"Yes."

"May I enter?"

Julia shot Galilea a look.

Visibly irked, Galilea shut her eyes.

Julia then responded, "She's currently weak. She needs rest."

"In that case, I won't disturb her. Ms. Clifford, Mr. Blakely sends his thanks. Rest well."

With that, he left.

Julia lingered in the ward for a while before leaving.

As she exited the in-patient department, she noticed Kylan waiting beside a car, seemingly awaiting someone.