Both Harrell and Cody exchanged glances, nodding in resignation.

After their exit, the room was left in silence, occupied solely by Tyrone.

However, shortly after, Damon made an entrance, taking a seat across from Tyrone. After sipping some water, he began, “Galilea's psychiatrist reached out. She's growing restless. If you continue to avoid her, she's threatening to expose Sabrina's identity."

Tyrone adjusted his sleeves casually, responding, "Arrange for her to visit tomorrow."

When Tyrone saw Galilea again, he almost couldn't recognize her.

She looked worn out, with dry, brittle hair and unkempt attire. The radiant star she once was seemed Lost.

Her deep-set eyes emphasized further by their eerie, protruding appearance, hinted at a harrowing narrative. She moved sluggishly, possibly due to an overdose of sedatives, often staring blankly into the distance.

Catching Tyrone's startled expression, she mustered a smirk, asking in a hoarse voice, “Are you surprised? You have yourself to thank for the state I'm in."

Lounging in the armchair, Tyrone lit up a cigarette, responding, “Had you heeded my advice and left for overseas, you wouldn't have been Like this. Your greedy desires led you down this path."

Galilea's Laughter filled the room.

Tyrone took a drag on his cigarette calmly and opened his mouth slightly. The smoke came out from his mouth.

Once her laughter subsided, Galilea settled onto the couch opposite Tyrone, saying, "My greed? Ha! The title of Mrs. Blakely was meant for me. You guys broke your promise and now dare to point fingers? After everything I've done, don't I deserve something?"


Swirls of smoke veiled Tyrone's face.

The phrase “you guys" caused a slight frown on Tyrone's face, but he didn't dwell on it, assuming it was just a mistake or a moment of confusion on Galilea's part.

As for the past, they were just memories for him, and he had no desire to keep revisiting it with Galilea.

Cradling a cigarette between his fingers, Tyrone inquired nonchalantly, "So, did you visit Grandpa? What did you and Grandpa discuss about?"

Galilea's gaze, sharp and piercing, Locked onto Tyrone's. "Do you want to find out? I'll keep that to myself.”

Tyrone's mind was already a maze of confusion.

Tyrone had thought Galilea had told to his grandfather that he was hopelessly devoted to her, but given the allocation of company shares, Cesar seemed less miffed with Tyrone and more distant with Larry.

After all, his grandfather was no stranger to Tyrone's past affair.