“Tyrone, did you ask Damon to set a trap for the Faulkner family? How can you stoop so low? Weren‘t you done meddling in my life? You can't keep your word! You're such a liar!"

For a while, Tyrone remained quiet, then murmured in a fragile tone, “Is that your perception of me?"

The moment her call popped up, he picked up eagerly. However, the barrage of questions that followed dampened his spirits instantly.

“Aren't you a liar?" Sabrina's voice turned chilly as she asked each word deliberately.

With a mix of sarcasm and disillusionment, Tyrone retorted, "Trevor's father bought subpar materials, fully aware of their quality. When someone blew the whistle on him, how is that my fault?"

At this point, Tyrone's word held no weight in Sabrina's eyes.

She dismissed his defense as bullshit.

Even if it was true that Zeke knowingly opted for inferior materials, her primary aim was to secure Trevor's confidence.

And as for Zeke, once she unearthed evidence of his past involvement in the abduction and murder of her father, justice would surely be served.

In a mocking tone, Sabrina countered, "You seem oddly informed about the situation. Did you hired people to work with him just to rat him out?"

Was she truly afraid that Trevor might grow to dislike her because of this?

“Ahem... Ahem..." Tyrone was interrupted by a fit of coughs. After composing himself, he replied with a hint of derision, "Your affection for Trevor has clouded your judgment. But don't throw baseless accusations at me. If Zeke hadn't compromised on the materials, he wouldn't have been in this mess. I'm not responsible."

Sabrina snorted. “Liar! Are you saying you didn't direct Damon's actions? Why else would he target the Faulkner family for no reason?"

“What he has done has nothing to do with me. How could I possibly know the reasons behind his opposition to the Faulkner family? He doesn't work for me."

“So, Tyrone, not only are you dishonest, but you're also running away from your responsibility. Divorcing you was one of the best decisions I made!"

Her words pierced Tyrone's heart like a dagger, making it hard to breathe for him.

His eyes were slightly red, and he looked up at the ceiling.

His fists tightened, producing a soft cracking sound. He struggled to keep his voice steady, articulating every word. "So, in your eyes, I'm the bad guy? Is that it?"

"You're well-aware of your actions!"

"I've told you. I had no hand in this. How can I make you trust me?