“If there's bleeding in his stomach, he's strictly off food. He's been sustained on drips for days. Weren't you informed?"

The smile on Sabrina‘s face completely disappeared.

What did Damon say before she came here?

He mentioned that Tyrone hadn't eaten anything all day because of what she had said.

She'd been fooled once more!


Sabrina returned to the room, Lunch boxes in hand, which she promptly set on the table.

Jennie, eyes gleaming with excitement, parked herself on the couch, already making selections. "I want to eat this one, and oh, this too..

Sabrina's gaze shifted to Tyrone as she inquired, “Which ones do you want to eat? I can get you some of each of the dishes."

But Tyrone declined with a shake of his head. “I'm not up for eating.”

Her frustration evident, Sabrina retorted, "Really, you can't eat? Why did Damon mention you've gone without food today because of something I said?"

A hint of hurt flashed across Tyrone's pale face. “What? Why would I know? Are you holding me responsible for his words?”

Feeling cornered, Sabrina held her tongue.

Fine! After all, scolding a patient wasn't right.

She closed her eyes briefly, seeking a brief reprieve from the situation.

While Sabrina and Jennie tucked into their meal, Tyrone sat next to them, engrossed working on his Laptop.

Once the meal was done, Sabrina tidied up.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

“Mr. Blakely?"

Upon opening the door, she was met with the sight of two middle-aged gentlemen.