A flicker of anger crossed Sabrina's eyes, replaced quickly by shock.

How did Galilea end up like this?

Didn't Tyrone protect her?

Sensing Sabrina's scrutiny, a flood of memories overwhelmed Galilea, recalling her reflection's embarrassing state.

She bowed her head, a fleeting shadow of bitterness in her eyes, and walked forward, deliberately nudging Sabrina. Without a backward glance, she strode off.

Galilea thought Sabrina was probably relishing this sight of her.

She cursed in her mind and decided to leave for now.

There would come a day when she'd reign supreme again, making Sabrina kneel before her.

Taking a firm stance, Sabrina tightened her grip, eyeing Galilea's retreating form. She held back a barrage of questions and entered the room.

From her secure nook in Tyrone's embrace, Jennie peeked out, asking, “Uncle, who's that Lady? She is so scary."

Though the young girl was aware of Galilea, she hadn't encountered her before.

“Why does Galilea look so frail?" Sabrina said abruptly before Tyrone could respond.

Not just her frailty, but her skin condition and vitality also seemed to have taken a toll.

Jennie's eyes widened in realization. “Is that Galilea? Is she the one Grandma Likes?"

She thought something seemed off about her grandma's judgment.

Gently stroking Jennie's head, Tyrone proposed, “Jennie, I need to get my treatment now. Could you call the nurse for me?"

“Sure thing!" Jennie nodded, stood up, and trotted away.

Once she was gone, Tyrone's gaze met Sabrina's. Rising, he began to close the gap between them. "Galilea's been at the Third Hospital lately."

“The Third Hospital?" Initially, Sabrina assumed it was health-related.

But a nagging doubt surfaced. She cast a questioning Look at Tyrone, speculating, “Was it your doing?"