Chapter: 943
Tyrone was in the hospital for a stomach bleeding?
Recalling her recent hospital visit to see Karen's grandchild, an image of Tyrone flashed in Sabrina's mind. She had dismissed it as a mere figment of her imagination
Noticing Sabrina's distant look, Damon urged, "You need to come with me to the hospital. He might listen to you."
Gathering her thoughts, Sabrina took a step back and said, “I'm not going. He's an adult, not some stubborn child. By acting this way, he's only harming himself. We're divorced. Should I rush to his side every time he decides to skip a meal?"
She was well aware of Tyrone's stomach issues during their marriage, mainly due to his social commitments.
However, she had been looking after him so well that he rarely experienced stomachache symptoms.
Yet, the realization that he had been hospitalized soon after their divorce left her reeling.
Damon frowned and said, “Listen, Sabrina! I understand your frustration about the Faulkner family incident. But believe me when I say it was my idea. Tyrone didn't know it!"
"I refuse to believe it!" Sabrina said Lightly. "It feels like a ploy, both of you playing me."
“I swear to God, I am telling the truth!" Damon lifted three fingers and made a solemn oath.
Witnessing the intensity in Damon's eyes, doubt began to creep into Sabrina's resolve.
Damon continued, "Don't you believe me? When I was heading here, do you know what he told me? That if only his death could validate his honesty, he'd embrace it willingly! He coughed up blood earlier today.
The doctor mentioned that he's in critical condition and there's concern he might not survive the surgery. Don't you believe me now?
Please! I'm begging you!”
Couldn't make it through the surgery...
Was his condition that dire?
Although Tyrone's constant attention irked her, she never wished harm upon him.
A whirlpool of emotions churned inside Sabrina as she bit her lip and cast her eyes downward, clutching the fabric of her sleeve.
Had she misjudged Tyrone?
Before she could voice her thoughts, Jennie burst from a room, her eyes wide and anxious, searching Damon's. “Did Uncle Tyrone really cough up blood? What's wrong?"