She must have lied to him, saying she wouldn't give birth to their child.

She didn't consider an abortion.

This child was their baby.

The thought of Sabrina carrying their child made Tyrone feel as if the world around him had become a blur. He wasn't sure if it was shock or joy that overwhelmed him. He was just filled with a warmth that enveloped his heart.

This baby offered another chance at their faltering marriage and he was determined not to let it slip.

Seeing Tyrone lost in thought, the doctor brought his attention back.

"Your wife has a congenital uterine malformation, and her endometrium is thin, The risk of miscarriage is high. If she miscarries now, it will be challenging for her to conceive again. So, she must stay in bed to prevent any chances of miscarriage!"

"I understand. I will ensure that," Tyrone responded firmly, resolved to protect Sabrina and their unborn child.

Sabrina remained in a coma and was moved to the ward.

Her face was still red and swollen, with gauze covering both sides.

Tyrone seated himself by her bedside. His eyes softened as he looked at her bruised face.

He held her hand and gently laid his other hand on her belly, a sense of wonder flooding him about their growing child.

The four-month-old baby was steadily growing and developing.

Relief washed over him as he remembered the security cameras installed at Blakely Group's entrance.

When Sabrina didn't answer her phone, the driver checked the footage, noted the car's license plate, and contacted him.

The thought of what could have happened made him shudder.

Just then, his phone buzzed, breaking his chain of thoughts.

Tyrone exited the room to answer it.

“Mr. Blakely, we've apprehended the three culprits. Evie was their instigator. We found Osiris dead at home while Evie has fled!"

"Involve the police. She won't get far. Ensure you find her!" Tyrone instructed with icy determination.