Tyrone complied, his voice soft. "Don't stress. You'll heal in time."

"Yesterday...the middle-aged woman..."

"She's Galilea's mother. She murdered her husband and has since been apprehended."

Sabrina was taken aback by this revelation.

Galilea's mother murdered her father?

"You need to rest now. The doctor is concerned about potential complications with your pregnancy. You have to stay in bed for the baby's sake. Let's put work aside for a while, okay?"

In shock, Sabrina's hand instinctively went to her stomach. She looked at Tyrone, surprise evident in her eyes.

Now he knew about the baby.

He wouldn't let her leave now.

"Why are you so certain the baby is yours?" she asked softly.

"If not mine, then whose?" Tyrone answered confidently, not a trace of doubt in his voice.

He knew Sabrina would never betray him.

Their baby could only be his.

She smiled wryly at his confidence. "You're sure. What if you're wrong?

What if I've been asking for a divorce because the baby isn't yours?"

"You said this to make me divorce you. I'm not falling for that."

Sabrina found herself speechless.

Seeing her expression, Tyrone reached for her hand, his grip warm and comforting. "Sabrina, you knew about the baby all along, didn't you?

You complained of stomachaches and I had the medication you were taking examined. They were for protecting the baby. Why didn't you tell me you're pregnant? Would you have kept it from me until our divorce was final? Were you planning to raise our child on your own?"

Sabrina fell silent for a moment before replying, "I planned to tell you the day after you returned from your trip, but you asked for a divorce first."