A scoff passed Bradley's lips as he pushed the door open to enter.

Upon hearing the door, Sabrina, assuming it was Tyrone, kept her eyes closed, maintaining her silence.

Bradley approached her, taking a seat on the bed's edge. “Sabrina, it's me," he said softly.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound of his voice. "Bradley? Why are you here?"

“I'm here for you." His gaze drifted to the untouched breakfast. “Have you eaten? Do you need help?"

"I don't feel like eating." Sabrina shook her head.

"Sabrina, I know it's tough to accept the loss of your baby. But consider this from the perspective of a friend who cares. Perhaps it's for the best that the baby is no longer with us.

I know it sounds harsh, but if the child lived, you'd be forever Linked to Tyrone. You married him because of his grandfather's kindness, but now both the old man and the baby are gone. You're free to divorce Tyrone and begin anew. Tyrone, a ruthless capitalist, isn't worthy of you."

Sabrina stared blankly at the ceiling.

Divorce was a possibility, but what would she do afterward?

Her will to Live seemed to have disappeared.

With those she cherished now gone, life seemed meaningless.

Seeing her silence, Bradley continued, "If your father were still alive, he'd be heartbroken to see you like this. Sabrina, ponder this for a moment. Would he have risked his life to protect you, only to witness you lying lifeless in a hospital bed now? You need to recover, to live your life, for your father's and Cesar's peace of mind.”

At the mention of her father, a spark appeared in Sabrina's eyes.

Her father had indeed protected her, even traded his life for hers.

And Cesar had died because of her.

She needed to confront Galilea and do other things.

Despite being alone now, she had to move on.

"I understand. You can leave now."

"Do you really get what I said?"