His head was swathed in white bandages, his eyes deep-set and his hair disheveled, His handsome face was a shade paler, yet it didn't diminish his good looks.

Sabrina froze, her heartbeat echoing in her ears.

"Is something wrong? Are you that happy to see me?" Tyrone asked with a smile, looking even more charming.

Sabrina gulped, struggling to contain her joy. She averted her gaze, hastily wiping her tears. "No, it's just... I'm glad you're okay."

“Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Shaking her head, Sabrina replied, “I'm okay. What about you? I'LL get the nurse.”

Before he could respond, she was already calling for the nurse.

Once the nurse arrived, Sabrina blurted out, "Is his condition serious?"

The nurse glanced at Tyrone, then responded, “He's sustained two broken ribs and a concussion. Nothing life-threatening. He just needs time to heal."

With that, Sabrina finally relaxed, her fears subsiding. Even as she sat on her bed, her relief was tinged with Lingering fear.

Once the nurse left, Tyrone turned to Sabrina, his voice soft. "Why did you panic so much earlier? Were you worried I was gone?"

Rather than answer, Sabrina chose to stare out the window. "My father did the same thing to protect me, and he died. Seeing you motionless on the steering wheel brought it all back.”

"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave you like your father did," Tyrone reassured her.

Her fears eased, Sabrina exhaled a sigh of relief. She felt a strange blend of gratitude for surviving the disaster and a turmoil of other emotions.

Her panic earlier was foolish. If Tyrone had died, he wouldn't be in a hospital ward. He would be in a morgue.

The memory of Tyrone's swift decision to turn the wheel at the critical moment flashed in her mind.

Her father had done it for her sake.

But Tyrone...

Did he realize the potential of a more severe accident ending his life?

"Sabrina, you still have feelings for me, don't you?" Tyrone asked, hope glimmering in his eyes.