Back in those naive days, she didn't hold any affection for Tyrone.

Her heart belonged to another man, one whose warmth and kindness captured her heart.

But it was this very man, the object of her deep affection, who nudged her relentlessly to her current predicament.

Had she not been swayed by his words, she could well be Tyrone's wife now.

Only now did she realize that beneath Tyrone's icy exterior hid a warm heart.

And the man she once perceived as warm, was in fact, the epitome of ruthlessness.

At the hospital, the emergency room's red Light switched to green as the doctor emerged.

Tyrone was on his feet in an instant, urgency threaded through his question. “How's my wife doing?"

Peeling off his mask, the doctor let out a heavy sigh, "Your wife is experiencing a threatened miscarriage. Strict bed rest is needed! As for the wounds on her face, time and appropriate medication should help heal them. Once healed, a scar reduction treatment can be used to avoid permanent scarring."

Threatened miscarriage?

Tyrone felt a rush of confusion. After a beat, he managed to ask, “Did you say my wife's pregnant?"

There was a look of surprise on the doctor's face as he examined Tyrone, finding something vaguely familiar about him.

"You are her husband, correct? Weren't you aware that your wife is four months into her pregnancy?" the doctor inquired seriously.

The information hit Tyrone Like a thunderbolt. "Four months?"

Four months prior, Galilea hadn't returned and everything between him and Sabrina was still harmonious.

Had she been carrying their child all this while?

Was Sabrina aware of her pregnancy?

He asked her if she would still choose to divorce if she was pregnant with his child. She had said that she would get an abortion.

Was she oblivious of her condition?

But she was four months pregnant. How could she have not known?