"Mrs. Blakely?" Karen prompted again, sensing her absence of response.

Rousing herself, Sabrina inhaled deeply, and with a nod of agreement, uttered, "Yes, let's return home."

A quick glance at Sabrina's countenance suggested to Karen a shift from her prior state.

Back at their villa, Karen offered to assist Sabrina up the stairs.

However, Sabrina declined, choosing instead to slump on the couch. "I will wait for Tyrone to arrive."

Understanding her wishes, Karen returned to her tasks, leaving Sabrina to her thoughts.

Later, at three in the afternoon, a black vehicle pulled into the villa's driveway.

Turning off the ignition, Tyrone sunk back into his seat, rubbed his forehead with a hand bearing a watch, and withdrew the car keys.

He then exited the vehicle and strolled into the living room, where he discovered Sabrina draped in a blanket, gazing emptily into the distance.

Tyrone put the car keys onto the table and joined Sabrina on the sofa.

“Why are you lying here? Should I accompany you upstairs?"

As if she had only just noticed his presence, Sabrina shifted her gaze onto him. "You've returned. There's something I need to question you about."

Tyrone appeared fatigued. "What's it?"

“How did Grandpa meet his end?" Sabrina fixed her eyes on Tyrone, seeking truth.

Caught off guard, Tyrone shut his eyes, massaging his temples. "Haven't I informed you already? He was severely ill. He wasn't expected to last long..."

"You continue to deceive me, even now!"

Startled, Tyrone opened his eyes only to meet her chilling gaze.

Even their past quarrels had not elicited such an icy look from her.

Tyrone shut his eyes again, about to retort, when Sabrina inquired, "Did Grandpa meet Galilea before passing away?"

Tyrone tightened his lips before conceding, "Yes."