"I must go!" With tears cascading down her cheeks, Sabrina dialed Tyrone.

As soon as the call connected, before Tyrone could speak, Sabrina's voice wavered, “Tyrone, instruct the driver to come fetch me! I'm headed to the hospital!"

"Sabrina, you..."

"Do not attempt to dissuade me! If the driver doesn't come, I'll make my own way there!"

Ever since her father's demise, Cesar and Wanda had been the kindest people in her life. They were her family. She could not afford to be absent.

Tyrone's brow furrowed and he murmured, "Stay put. I'LL come get you."

"Then be quick." Sabrina wiped her tears.

“Don't cry. I'm on my way."

Sabrina muttered an agreement.

After hanging up, Sabrina swiftly changed into fresh clothes, filled with anxiousness.

Today, the scabs on her face had finally peeled off.

She wouldn't look horrendous when visiting Cesar, at least.

Shortly thereafter, the roar of a car engine echoed in the courtyard.

Eagerly, Sabrina began putting on her shoes, preparing to leave the bedroom.

As Tyrone entered the living area, he spotted Sabrina on the second-floor landing and immediately halted her. "Don't move!"

He ascended the stairs to scoop her up. As he took in her puffy red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, a look of concern crossed his face. "Why did you get out of bed?"

“Just a few steps. I'll be fine."

“That's not acceptable."

Sabrina had no interest in quarreling about this. “Grandpa seemed perfectly fine a few days ago. How did he suddenly...

Tyrone cast his gaze downward and revealed, "When he was last in the hospital, Lynch predicted he only had a maximum of three months left.