Even amidst the card games and drinking, Tyrone was still the object of surreptitious glances.

Rumors circulated that Tyrone had married Sabrina and made their marriage public due to Cesar's pressure.

Their divorce not long after Cesar's death seemed to validate the rumor.

Galilea hadn't made a public appearance in a while.

More rumors had it that Tyrone's pursuit of Galilea had led him to divorce Sabrina.

Eddie, however, was privy to some insider information. He was aware that Sabrina had suffered a miscarriage before she filed for divorce.

Despite his disapproval to Sabrina, he acknowledged that she had carried Tyrone's child.

As he was about to express his sympathies, someone remarked, "Congratulations, Tyrone. It was about time for the divorce. Sabrina doesn't deserve you."

A ripple of agreement swept through those ignorant of the circumstances, particularly the opportunists who had sought news of Tyrone and viewed this gathering as a chance to gain his favor.

Eddie had anticipated fury from Tyrone, yet after a pause, Tyrone inquired surprisingly, "So who, in your opinion, is worthy of me?"

Caught off guard by Tyrone's direct engagement, the man was thrilled and hastily declared, "Galilea, without a doubt!"

Tyrone shot a sweeping glance at his male companions and whispered, "Do you all think so?"

There was a shared nod of agreement.

Tyrone, his countenance inscrutable, sat shrouded in shadow, swirling his glass in silence for a prolonged period.

Oblivious to Tyrone's mood, the man proceeded, "So, when can we expect wedding bells for you and her?"

Bang!

A deafening noise punctuated the room as Tyrone violently overturned the table.

Shards of wine bottles scattered, their contents showering the vicinity.

He glared, his expression stormy, his brow furrowed. Without saying anything, he discarded his glass and strode off, leaving the man dumbstruck, staring after his retreating figure until the door shut.

ALL the people around him turned pale, their voices muted.