They looked into each other's eyes. Sabrina, lost in his gaze, struggled to find her words

“You mentioned it yourself, we're no longer together. I won't trouble you any further. My health is none of your concern. This should be good news for you, right? Why are you hesitating?"

Although he said so, Sabrina felt that he was being sarcastic.

She paused and then said seriously, “I reacted poorly yesterday. I got you wrong. I'll accept any blame, but I implore you to care for your health and trust the medical team. If my presence disturbs you, I'll leave now."

Tyrone looked at her in disbelief.


Tyrone closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled as if to form a smile, but his heart sank.

He was sure that Sabrina felt nothing at all for him.

She didn‘t want to stay by his side for a second longer than she had to.

Seeing Tyrone close his eyes, Sabrina shrugged her shoulders helplessly and stood up. “Then I*11l go. Take care."

Tyrone clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, gripping the bed sheet in his fist.

The weight of his negative emotions coated his heart Like oil on dry wood, deepening his sorrow.

It felt like a spark could set off an uncontrollable blaze of emotions at any moment.

She was cold-hearted and cruel towards him.

But he was so pathetic and still didn't want her to leave.

Tyrone was about to say something when a sudden, excruciating pain shot through his stomach.

He doubled over in pain and began to cough violently.

Just as she was about to leave, she heard him coughing and retching.

Sabrina quickly turned around and saw Tyrone Leaning weakly on the edge of the bed, with blood at the corners of his mouth

Tyrone's face was ghostly white, and he Looked frail and weak.

Sabrina's heart sank when she saw him in so much pain. Without hesitation, she rushed back to his bedside, gently patting him on the back, and asked with concern, "Tyrone, are you okay?”