“She's the reason Grandpa‘s gone. How could I simply let her be?"

Tyrone asserted.

Disbelief painted Sabrina's features.

Wasn't Galilea his favorite?

Despite his grandfather's lingering resentment, hadn't he always wanted to protect Galilea?

How could he ever bear to place Galilea in such a situation?

“You don't believe me?" Moving closer, Tyrone fixed his gaze on her.

“Sabrina, I've confessed my feelings for you before. Those rumors about marrying Galilea are false. I want us to be together. Isn't it clear now?"

Sabrina's gaze drifted to her feet, her lips tightening.

In the past, Tyrone's words felt hollow to her, making it hard to believe a word he said.

He often professed his feelings for her, but she found them hard to digest.

Now, out of the blue, he seemed sincere about his affections for her.

It left Sabrina bewildered.

If he genuinely cherished her, why did he leave her on their wedding anniversary?

Despite his friend's insults, he chose to meet Galilea even after Sabrina's harsh words.

What about those tormenting memories that robbed her of sleep?

And their lost child?

Perhaps he did have a soft spot for her but that was it.

True love meant that one's eyes naturally sought the other, that thoughts of them brought joy, and their pain was unbearable. She'd never sensed such sentiments from him, especially since he had often hurt her due to Galilea.

Or he was just used to the marriage of three years, so he didn't want to separate from her.