"But..."

Kylan began to interject, only to be cut off by Tyrone. "Have you accomplished what I asked of you?"

"Mr. Blakely, rest assured. I've contacted the St. Carleigh Church, and you can visit whenever you wish."

"Alright." Tyrone hung up the call.

His gaze drifted off to the horizon, he sighed lightly, determination flooding his eyes.

A decision was inevitable.

Tyrone stepped into the ward, halting a meter away from the bed and softly called out, "Sabrina."

Sabrina did not acknowledge him.

With a gentle sigh, Tyrone shared, “The doctor indicated you're showing signs of depression."

It turned out that the person just now was a psychologist.

Sabrina had picked up on that during their conversation.

It seemed she was now at a point where she required psychological intervention.

“Aren't you seeking a divorce? Didn't you want to leave your job and relocate abroad? I can grant you a divorce. You're free to go wherever you wish."

Tyrone spoke these words seemingly composed, yet in reality, it required every bit of his strength.

Had he known that Sabrina would not only lose their child but also be inflicted with depression, he would've let her go long ago.

Despite it being late, he still wished for her well-being and happiness.

Reflecting on their past three years of marriage, it was devoid of any romantic, joyful, or memorable moments. In contrast, the recent three months were full of painful memories. He had hurt her terribly.

This needed to end.

He was aware that she would never forgive him.

He didn't have the audacity to seek her forgiveness anymore.