She endured it time and again. Eventually, he shattered her heart entirely, pushing her patience to its limit.

She couldn't bear it any longer.

Drowning his sorrows, Tyrone downed his drink and immediately refilled his glass.

Rolf urged, "You've just been discharged from the hospital. Stop drinking."

Lately, Tyrone had been seeking solace in alcohol over his strained relationship with Sabrina.

A non-smoker previously, he now resembled a seasoned addict.

Rolf had known for quite some time that Tyrone appeared distant on the surface, but once he fell in love, he gave his all. Hence, he wouldn't love anyone else.

Tyrone persisted, "I'm okay."

Gazing at Tyrone's countenance, Rolf advised, “If you still harbor feelings for her, you should fight for her. Regardless of your fears, think it through and avoid a lifetime of regret."

A recent incident which had caused Tyrone sleepless nights surfaced in his mind, prompting him to continuously drown his sorrows in alcohol.

Rolf was at a loss for words.

Apparently, Tyrone had summoned him for company, so he wouldn't have to drown his sorrows alone.

Observing Tyrone, who had been drinking heavily and appeared unstoppable, Rolf deliberated before dialing Sabrina's number.

At that moment, Sabrina was awaiting her flight to Violetness in the lounge of Oslo Airport.

Recognizing the caller ID, she glanced at Bettie and Aylin, rose, and strolled to a more private area to take the call.

"Yes, Rolf? What's the matter?"

"Tyrone is drunk."

Hearing his name made her heart flutter. "What do you mean?"

Why should his drinking concern her?

"He's just been released from the hospital and is on medication. He can't be consuming alcohol. He isn't taking my advice.”