Should I meet my end to prove my innocence? What do you want from me?"

Seeing Tyrone's continued denial, she no longer had the patience to continue the debate and abruptly ended the call.

She put her phone in her purse, drew a deep breath, ambled to the window, and stared blankly into the horizon.

Back then, Tyrone appeared exceptional in her eyes. He possessed good looks, towering height, wisdom, a kind heart, wealth, and influence.

These diverse qualities made it difficult for her to break free from her feelings for him.

However, upon reflection, she realized that Tyrone was merely average.

When she removed the rose-tinted glasses of youth, he was just like any other man, especially in terms of his possessiveness and stubbornness.

Her feelings for him had now soured to disdain and loathing.

She was grateful for the timely exit from his life.

After avenging her father, she planned to relocate overseas, distancing herself from Tyrone for good.

The next day, Sabrina accompanied Jennie to do the handcraft at home.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sudden knocking on the door startled her.

She approached and peeked through the peephole. Damon stood outside.

She opened the door, raised her eyebrows, and asked, “Why are you here?"

Damon's face was gloomy. His lips tightened as he inquired, “What did you tell Tyrone?”

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“Why would you bring this up?" Sabrina's voice held a trace of shock

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, Damon said, “A couple of days back, Tyrone had a severe stomach bleed and was admitted for care. He's been under the weather, but out of the blue, he's refusing to eat. It's been a day since he last had eaten anything. The nursing staff mentioned he got a call yesterday, and that's when he decided to stop eating.”