"Understood."

"Get Galilea to the airport. I'll arrange her ticket."

"Affirmative."

As the call ended, Karen dialed in. "Sir, it's late. Why aren't you and your wife home yet?"

"Sabrina had an incident. She needs to be hospitalized for a few days.

Karen, could you bring some of her clothes tomorrow? Also, prepare some healthy food for her."

Karen's worry was evident in her voice. “What happened? Is the baby alright?"

Caught off guard, Tyrone paused before asking, “How did you know

Sabrina is pregnant?"

From his words, Karen sensed that Tyrone already knew the truth. So she decided not to keep it from him any longer. "Well, I've known for a while now.

I wanted to tell you, but she asked me not."

Now, Tyrone was certain. Sabrina knew about the pregnancy all along.

However, her intention to break off their marriage and leave the country with Bradley persisted.

This thought caused Tyrone's hand, gripping the phone, to tighten with tension, his fists balling in response.

Upon noticing Tyrone's silence, Karen said, "Sir, please don't blame her."

Tyrone held his silence for a moment before responding in a somber tone, "I won't.”

Sabrina had given up on him and planned to leave with their child.

She had experienced hardship in the past four months due to her pregnancy and had swallowed much bitterness.

He acknowledged his shortcomings as a husband before, and now as a father as well.

Tyrone retreated to the hospital room, settled on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.