"To sleep with Tyrone's woman, that's a prize worth having

"Yes!"

Suddenly, a beam of light appeared in the distance, and the distant hum of a car engine grew louder.

"Damn it! Someone's coming. Run!"

Two men rushed and hopped onto the minibus.

The last man, attempting to drag Sabrina along, was halted by the driver. "We can't take her with us!"

Reluctantly, he left Sabrina and jumped into the vehicle.

The minibus sped off, leaving Sabrina alone on the ground, tears streaming past her temples. She mustered her strength to roll over and began crawling towards the scattered ashes.

"Dad..."

One car pulled up near her, while the other pursued the departing minibus.

Tyrone emerged from the vehicle, sprinting towards Sabrina.

“Sabrina! Are you alright, Sabrina? Hey..."

He swiftly removed the gag from her mouth, untied the bindings on her wrists, and helped her up.

Catching sight of her bruised and bloodied face, he momentarily lost his breath, a pang of agony piercing his heart.

Without a word, he scooped her into his arms and headed towards the car. "Hold on. I'll take you to the hospital."

Clasping his arm, Sabrina, her voice barely a whisper, managed to say, “My father..."

Tyrone followed her gaze to the desecrated tomb. His eyes hardened.

“Don't worry. I'll have someone take care of it. Let's get you to the hospital first."

To disturb Connor's final resting place and scatter his ashes in front of Sabrina was a deed of unfathomable cruelty.

Reassured, Sabrina leaned into Tyrone, her body racked with exhaustion.