Sabrina was surprised to hear that.

Was he speaking about her feelings?

Was this really the same Tyrone?

He was like a resentful wife.

Sabrina chuckled and said, “Tyrone, when did you turn into this version of yourself? You're the one who acted oddly and pushed me away. Do you really think I'm so heartless? If I wished any harm on you, I wouldn't have visited you today!"

“How dare you say that you don't want to leave? You think you wouldn't have run off if I hadn't spat out blood earlier?" Even though Tyrone was grumbling, a sense of contentment welled up within him.

The playful bickering with Sabrina-it felt familiar, and he missed it.

"You're the weird one here, aren't you? I genuinely tried to make amends, and you've greeted it with mockery and indifference," Sabrina countered.

"I'll consider your apology, but on one condition." Tyrone suddenly changed the topic.

Sabrina was stunned and had a sudden realization that she had been fooled.

She scoffed, "What the hell? On what grounds do you set terms? Take my apology or leave it.”

Only then did she remember Jennie's presence.

Her anger got the best of her, leading to her blurt out curses.

Tyrone glanced downward and smiled, revealing a somewhat sickly demeanor due to his pale complexion, refined features, and the weariness evident in his brow.

With a hint of sadness, he said, “I understand you might not value my well-being, but if that's the case, why come here and offer a glimmer of hope?"

It was the first time that Sabrina had seen Tyrone Like this.

He sounded so melodramatic.

She was terrified of him.

She hesitated briefly, then inquired, “What's your condition?"

Before Tyrone could respond, Sabrina quickly reminded him, “Don't push your luck!"