Before his marriage, Tyrone was engrossed in numerous social commitments, so much so that even his grandfather warned him against overworking. Back then, his youthfulness coupled with the group management's dissatisfaction meant he had to work doubly hard, all to ensure he didn't disappoint the faith his grandfather placed in him.

After he got married, those social outings dwindled. He found himself heading home after work more often, sharing dinners with Sabrina. If he didn't harbor feelings for her, how could she have influenced him to ease up on work?

Before marrying Sabrina, he used to Lose his temper with employees who made mistakes. Yet, he became noticeably more gentle with his subordinates after their marriage.

These gradual change in behavior even escaped his own notice.

But by the time he discerned his genuine feelings for Sabrina, it felt like the realization came too late.

Overwhelmed by his heartfelt admission, Sabrina found herself struggling to articulate her emotions.

There was joy, knowing that after nearly a decade of loving him, he reciprocated those feelings.

Her heart ached as well. Despite discovering the truth, the fact remained that Tyrone had hurt her for Galilea's sake. The pain had left a deep scar in her heart, one that wouldn't fade away easily.

Along with these emotions, she felt a deep sense of longing. Had he realized his feelings sooner, would their story have taken a different trajectory?

However, dwelling on the past wouldn't change anything.

Their shared experiences had drained her enthusiasm for the marriage.

The idea of returning to a time when she adored him wholeheartedly seemed impossible now.

It felt Like she had lost her ability to truly love someone.

“Uncle, the nurse is comin

Jennie's voice broke the stillness.

Sabrina gently patted Jennie's hair, murmuring, “You're such a good girl."

Lifting her gaze to Tyrone, she added, "You should get your treatment."

Tyrone remained motionless, lost in thought.

The nurse entered, infusion bottle and a sterilized needle in tow. She cast a quick glance at him, querying, “Would you prefer the sofa or the bed?"

Tyrone turned around and sat back on the sofa. "Here."