Realizing he'd been caught, Tyrone felt a pang of guilt. He pushed his glass away and murmured, “I appreciate your concern. It makes me happy, Sabrina. Even if it's just an act, I'm elated. I thought you'd severed all communication with me.

His words filled Sabrina's heart with an unspeakable sorrow.

Inhaling deeply, she ended the call without uttering another word.

Despite knowing that Tyrone was adept at dramatizing situations and that she should remain skeptical, Sabrina found her resolve weakening.

Nevertheless, she had made up her mind to move on and the most effective way was to ignore his plea.

That way, she wouldn't succumb to her sentiments.

"Sabrina, I genuinely don't wish to end our marriage, but I'm aware that you wouldn't stay by my side. I've wounded you too deeply. I Lack the courage to even request you to stay. Ever since you left, sleep has evaded me. I miss you dearly, Sabrina..."

His words trailed off as the call ended.

Tyrone shut his eyes, a bitter taste filling his mouth.

He had finally mustered the courage to bare his heart.

But she wasn't there to hear it, nor did she wish to Listen anymore.

Sabrina ended the call and returned to her seat.

Noticing that Sabrina seemed in low spirits, Bettie asked casually, “Who was that on the phone?"

“Just a friend," Sabrina replied, biting her lower Lip.

Bettie wasn't convinced. "I know all your friends. Was the friend that you're referring to Tyrone?"

Sabrina was speechless.

"Why did he call you? You're divorced," Bettie complained. “Is he bothering you? Sabrina, don't be soft-hearted, and forgive him!"

"No, I won't," Sabrina said firmly. "His friend called and said he was drinking and asked me to persuade him to stop. He got injured saving me. I couldn't turn a blind eye to that.”

Aylin added, “I believe that Sabrina wouldn't do anything stupid, but we have to give her some time to process everything."

Two hours later, they arrived at Violetness.