My resignation has nothing to do with him."

"Really?" Tyrone sneered. "I heard you had the housekeeper address you as Miss Chavez in front of him. What? Are you worried he'll find out you're married?"

Sabrina remained silent, and Tyrone continued, “A person who truly cares for you wouldn't dislike you because of a past divorce. If someone has a dislike for you, it doesn't matter whether you're unmarried or not. If he is concerned about such matters, it is essential to reflect on whether he is truly the right person for you. It is important not to settle for someone who is unworthy of your presence and love."

Stunned into silence, Sabrina found no words to reply.

His tone carried a sense of helplessness, resembling that of a parent trying to persuade a rebellious child.

How come he spoke those words with such serene composure?

He was the Last person who could say these words.

"I already told you; it has nothing to do with him!"

“Why are you so adamant in defending him? What makes him so special?”

Tyrone's anger was beginning to seep through his calm facade.

At this moment, Sabrina realized she might have picked the wrong time to resign. "I simply wish to resign, that's all!"

"I cannot agree to your resignation."

Annoyed, Sabrina retorted without thinking, "Fine, you're right! I want to leave with him. What right do you have to care about my actions now? If you can be with Galilea Clifford, why can't I find love with someone else?"

A glacial expression fell over Tyrone's face as he spat out, “What, do I not have a say in your matters? Remember, you're not just my wife, but my sister too. Why do you think he invited you to travel overseas? Once you're there, with no family or friends, can you predict the consequences?"

Sabrina was at a loss. And she was pissed off right now. In her annoyance, she forcefully kicked the quilt.

"ARE"

She managed to thump her already hurt ankle, a piercing agony shooting through her.

The pain was so intense that she inhaled deeply and broke into tears.

Raising the quilt, Tyrone spotted her injury. "What happened? Did you hurt yourself again?"

Sabrina could only respond with a teary-eyed nod.

Tyrone stepped in to assist her, taking charge of the medicine. He carefully unwrapped the bandage on her ankle, cleansed her wound, tenderly massaged it, and applied soothing ointment to alleviate the pain.

Placing the ointment aside, Tyrone's voice turned solemn. "Sabrina, resigning is not an option for you. Let's drop the subject."

Sabrina merely sighed, lowered her gaze, and remained silent.

Perched on the edge of the bed, Tyrone continued, “We're still legally married. I'd prefer if you didn't invite anyone over."

Looking up, Sabrina questioned, “Even friends?"