Galilea's reputation would crumble, and she would lose her career.

Stunned, Galilea had not anticipated Tyrone to be aware of the situation so promptly. She cried out, "No, I refuse to leave the country. Tyrone, I love you. Can you come to see me?"

“We have no reason to meet."

Sensing Tyrone's intention to end the call, Galilea resorted to a desperate threat. "Wait! Don't you wonder why my mother harmed Sabrina?

Are you not curious about Sabrina's identity? Does the fear of me exposing it not haunt you? Are you not concerned for Sabrina's reputation? You're not worried at all?”

From her words and the paternity test report, Tyrone deduced something.

“Try if you must."

Galilea ended the call, a bitter smile on her face.

In the past, Tyrone had showered her with protection and affection, but she had taken it for granted. Back then, she had desired to marry another man.

In the end, she was left with nothing!

“Let's move. No more resisting!" The man hoisted her from the floor.

Galilea ceased her struggles, following the two men out of the hospital room and into the waiting car.

Seated in the rear of the car, she stared out the window, silent.

The man next to him let his guard down.

Along the wide road, a truck packed with goods made its way.

As they neared the truck, Galilea Lunged towards the steering wheel.

The driver's heart jumped. It was too late.

Bang!

Bewildered, Sabrina opened her eyes and saw the white ceiling.

Fragments of past memories flooded her mind. Slowly, her hand rose to touch her face, only to encounter the rough texture of a gauze bandage.