Sabrina agreed, sighing in relief.

Examining the remaining medicines, Tyrone picked up an ointment and queried, "They only prescribed an ointment at the hospital yesterday?

No pills?

Sabrina shook her head. "I've been suffering frequent stomach aches recently. The doctor thought the pills might worsen the issue, so he didn't prescribe any."

Again with the stomach ache.

Tyrone frowned, sensing something unusual but couldn't place his finger on it.

“Let me change your dressing." Tyrone reached for the gauze and ointment, and sat on the edge of the bed, lifting the quilt.

"The housekeeper can do that for me."

"Should I call her?"

Sabrina bit her lip and remained silent.

Tyrone understood her hesitation.

His warm hand clasped her injured ankle, causing her to wince.

He carefully unwrapped the gauze, revealing her swollen ankle and the partially absorbed ointment.

He wiped it off with an alcohol-infused tissue, revealing the inflamed joint.

After reapplying the ointment on Sabrina's ankle, he bandaged it up neatly.

"That should do it."

Tyrone tucked her in again.

"Thank you."

Tyrone packed away the medicines and retorted, "No need for thanks."

At this moment, Tyrone's phone rang. He checked the caller ID and furrowed his eyebrows. He answered, "Hello, Galilea..."

No one knew what Galilea said, but Tyrone's expression grew serious.

“Okay, I understand. I'll be there shortly."

Tyrone ended the call and briskly walked out.

Sabrina managed to stop him momentarily. “Will you return tonight?"

"I'm not sure," Tyrone answered.