"Alright."

The door's soft sound signaled her entrance. At the approach of footsteps, Tyrone, without opening his eyes, muttered, “I've told you, I won't eat. Don't push it."

He didn't fall asleep.

Approaching the bedside, Sabrina looked down at the frail figure of Tyrone. An unexpected pang of emotion caught her off guard, causing her to catch her breath.

In just a few days apart, he appeared to have lost quite a bit of weight. His once vibrant eyes now looked hollow, and a ghostly pale marred his face.

The back of his hands, visible to her, seemed almost translucent. Blue veins stood out prominently.

How did this happen? How did he suddenly become like this?

Having known Tyrone for so many years, Sabrina had always seen him as someone vibrant and full of life. Never had she seen him appear this delicate state.

The room was quiet until Tyrone broke the silence. “Leave now."

“It's me," Sabrina whispered.

Upon recognizing her voice, Tyrone shivered slightly, his eyelids fluttered, yet he kept them shut.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the bitterness that lingered in his throat. His fingers discreetly tightened around the sheet, and his voice, husky and icy, asked, “Why are you here?"

Sabrina's face tightened in concern. “I was wrong about you yesterday.

I'm sorry."

With a hint of irony, Tyrone responded, “You weren't mistaken. I did instruct Damon to go after the Faulkner family. I broke my word to you, and then lied. You did well to divorce me."

Caught off guard, Sabrina offered a forced smile. "You remember so well..."

“Thanks.”

Gently seating herself by the bed, Sabrina said softly, “I shouldn't have said those things. I was upset. If I hurt you, I regret it."

"That's how you genuinely feel, isn't it?" Tyrone cut her off, gazing at her, eyes profound and tinged with irony. "No need for apologies.

You care for Trevor, fearing he might resent you over this. It's clear where your heart lies. Damon shouldn't have involved you. You don't have to come here anymore."