In the ward, Tyrone, seated on the sofa with eyes closed, rhythmically tapped his phone, as if anticipating something.

His phone chimed. Tyrone picked it up. His movements betraying a hint of anxiety. "Yes?"

A young man's voice echoed from the other end. “Tyrone, congratulations. You've become the chairman of Blakely Group."

"Damon, Let's cut to the chase. You know what I wish to hear."

From the other end came the clicking sound of a lighter and Damon's chuckling. "I was just about to. Sabrina and her friends are heading to Norwen. They boarded the plane. They are expected to stay in Oslo for a few days before heading to..."

"No, that's not the point."

“Alright, alright! I have carried out your instructions. The tracker has been placed. She won't discover it."

Unaware that a tracking device had been planted on her, Sabrina inadvertently thought she had merely collided with Damon and didn't read too much into the incident.

Hastily, Tyrone ended the call he was on, launched the tracking software, and held his breath in anticipation.

Sure enough, a small blue indicator appeared on the digital map and settled at the airport.

A smile tugged at the corners of Tyrone's mouth.

Drawing in a deep breath, he turned to Kylan, who was seated on the sofa. "Assist me with the hospital discharge procedures."

Kylan's eyes widened, taken aback. "Mr. Blakely, you're not fully recovered yet."

"I'm alright.”

Noticing that Kylan didn't budge, Tyrone lifted his gaze and asked, “Why haven't you left?"

Kylan hesitated. "There's information you might be unaware of. Should I inform you?"

"Regarding what?”

"It's connected to Sabrina."

Kylan knew Tyrone was anxious to find Sabrina.

Despite Sabrina's pleasant personality, Kylan's allegiance was to Tyrone. He didn't want his employer to be misguided.