Sabrina emerged from the lounge, maneuvering her wheelchair just as

Tyrone returned from outside.

Over the past three days, he had been immersed in funeral arrangements and attending to guests, allowing Little time for sleep. The exhaustion was evident in his dark circled eyes and his habit of smoking when distressed.

Once near the wheelchair, Tyrone guided her inside, querying, "Have you eaten yet?"

Sabrina affirmed with a nod. "Yes. Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. Are you feeling okay? If you're not, I can arrange to take you home."

"I'm fine. You've been overwhelmed these past days. Now that you have some time off, grab something to eat."

Tyrone wheeled Sabrina towards the lounge. "I've been swamped. Once the funeral concludes, I'll accompany you to the prenatal checkups."

“That's fine." Sabrina agreed, noticing his thoughtfulness. "You go ahead and eat. I'll wait for you outside."

Tyrone, however, steered Sabrina into the lounge, insisting, "Share a meal with me."

Sabrina was at a loss for words.

Her dinner had been thoughtfully prepared by Karen, while Tyrone's meal was simply fast food, despite its appealing appearance.

Looking at Sabrina, Tyrone asked, "Would you like some more?”

"Just focus on your meal, I'm okay."

Tyrone plucked a piece of meat and offered it to Sabrina.

After a moment's hesitation, Sabrina accepted it.

The chef had done his job well. The meat was flavorful, and although Sabrina didn't have much of an appetite due to her sorrow, she ate for the sake of the baby.

Her belly was full, yet she found herself eating more from the food that Tyrone was offering.

Her pregnancy had transformed her appetite to new heights, despite the early morning sickness she experienced during the initial stages.

Seeing that Sabrina enjoyed the meat, Tyrone continued to feed her.