Please, call me Sabrina. I'm here to pick up Bun."

“But Bun's not here at the moment," Karen exclaimed.

Sabrina's eyes widened. "Bun's not here?"

"Yes," Karen confirmed, sighing regretfully. “It's my fault. I took Bun out to play in the yard, but maybe it was too humid, or its immunity was too weak. Bun developed cat dermatitis. Mr. Blakely took the cat to the pet hospital."

The cat's ailment, while not life-threatening, could cause fur loss and require a Lengthy treatment period. Powerful medications might not have been effective, and Bun was too small to ingest internal medicines without potential Liver damage.

Sabrina's voice cracked as she asked, "Which pet hospital is Bun at?"

“Well... I don't know." Karen shook her head apologetically. "Mr. Blakely took care of it. He didn't tell me. He is currently at home.

Would you like to ask him?"

After a moment of silence, memories of her last encounter with Tyrone surfaced.

They had to face each other eventually.

“Okay, I'll go and ask him," she said.

Sabrina entered the living room, headed to the second floor, and gave a knock on the door of the study.

After a moment of silence, a gentle voice emanated from inside, saying, “Come in."

Sabrina opened the door to find Tyrone engrossed in his computer, seemingly expecting Karen. "What's the matter?" he asked without looking up.

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Sabrina stepped forward. "Excuse me, which pet hospital is Bun in?"

Tyrone's head snapped up at the sound of her voice, his eyes wide with surprise. Leaning back, he inquired, “Sabrina, what did you say?"

"Which pet hospital is Bun in? When it's healthy, I'll take it away,"

Sabrina repeated.

“Why ask me? I don't know.” He moved his mouse and eyed the computer screen with great care, as if immersed in some critical task.