God gave me a sign then, suggesting that I should have left you. But I didn't. This is all on me!"

Sabrina's Laughter was tinged with tears, her demeanor unsettling.

Tyrone gazed at her, his heart shattering.

It transpired that she had been attacked on the day he had left her alone, but she had never brought it up.

He couldn't begin to fathom how she had weathered this storm alone...

ALL this suffering had been imposed on her because of him.

If he hadn't listened to Evelyn and allowed his relationship with

Galilea to be exposed and sensationalized by the media, Sabrina wouldn't have borne the brunt of public outrage.

He might have tried to keep the news under wraps, but the slanderous allegations persisted.

If he hadn't wavered and catered to Galilea, Sabrina wouldn't have had to endure so much pain.

Rolf was spot on. His debt to Galilea should never have been imposed on Sabrina.

Sabrina owed her nothing.

She was an innocent bystander.

She was the one who had suffered the most at his hands.

“Whenever I shut my eyes, I can see a baby crying out to me, asking why I failed to protect him. I'm a horrendous mother; I caused my baby's death." Sabrina's words were interspersed with sobs, her vision blurred by tears.

"Sabrina, this is all my doing. It's all my fault!" Tyrone's heart clenched in agony as he listened to her, he struggled to draw breath.

He tenderly brushed away her tears and murmured, "I once heard someone say that if we prayed for our baby in church, he would lead a blessed existence in his next life. That's the least we can do for him now."

Upon hearing this, Sabrina paused her tears and looked at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. After a moment, she asked, "Do you think he will forgive me?"

“Absolutely, we can also pray for your father."

“When should we make the trip?" Sabrina's voice was shaky as she wiped away her tears.