He was determined to never divorce her.

He could not allow Bradley to assume the role of father to his child.

Impossible!

Bang!

A glass shattered, strewn across the floor.

Chaos reigned within the room,

Two men were attempting to escort Galilea away, but she fiercely clung to the bed.

The medical staff watched but did not dare to interfere.

The other VIP patients, wealthy and influential, accustomed to such spectacle, chose to look the other way.

"Release me! I must reach out to Tyrone!" Galilea wailed.

"Mr. Blakely dispatched us. Your pleas to him will be fruitless. Come with us to the airport without delay!"

"Never. Until I hear it from him, I will not leave! Try to touch me again, and I swear, I'll jump to my death!"

The two men exchanged glances. One responded, "Fine, you can contact Mr. Blakely. But after, you must come with us. If death is not a fear, then by all means, jump. At most, I would serve additional prison time."

The man released his grip on Galilea's hand, and she promptly snatched her phone from the bed, dialing Tyrone in panic.

Prior to receiving her call, Tyrone had just been sent a photograph, which displayed a paternity test report.

Upon connection, Galilea's sobbing pleas echoed from the phone.

"Tyrone, they're sending me abroad. Can you help?"

"I sent them. Your presence at home serves no purpose. The news of your mother's crime has yet to leak. Once the media catches wind, you should understand the outcome."

The media would pounce on the story to entice viewers.

The mother of a renowned actress turned murderer.