Tyrone drew a deep breath, stepped into the fire exit and dialed a number. "Galilea was seen at my grandparents’ house this morning.

Locate her immediately!"

"Understood, sir."

After ending the call, Tyrone returned to Wanda in the waiting area.

Kneeling before her, he clasped her hand, his eyes brimming with remorse. "Grandma, this is my fault."

If he hadn't brought Galilea back, Sabrina wouldn't have initiated a divorce, and this situation wouldn't have happened.

If he had sent Galilea away sooner, this wouldn't have occurred.

He was the one responsible for this chaos.

“Dear boy, get up." Wanda was quick to reassure him. "I don't blame you. I just didn't expect that Larry..."

"Grandma." Larry burst from the elevator, anxiety clear in his voice.

“How is Grandpa?”

Wanda shook her head. "He is still being attended to."

“What happened?"

The housekeeper repeated her earlier explanation to Larry.

Upon hearing Galilea had revealed something to Cesar, Larry's expression darkened, Stealthily, he turned his head and slapped himself twice. "This is my fault!"

The other family members soon joined them.

An hour later, the red light of the emergency room switched to green.

Lynch stepped out, removed his mask, scanned the room, before releasing a heavy sigh. "You can go in and see Cesar one last time."

His words hit Tyrone like a sledgehammer. He felt his head spin, a buzzing noise filling his ears.

Wanda swayed, nearly collapsing.