Hearing Sabrina's words, he momentarily questioned if the fragile state of her uterus was due to her reckless lifestyle and multiple abortions.

Tyrone took a moment to compose himself, stepping back and looking down at her, his voice cold. "You truly wish for me to leave you be? I'll ask once more. Are you sure this is what you want?"

Beneath the blanket, Sabrina's hand gripped the sheet, her voice steady. "Yes."

“Fine, fine," Tyrone responded, laughter tinged with rage in his voice.

"You've won. I'll no longer interfere. I'll leave you be."