After knocking her unconscious and placing her on his bed, he stopped short of crossing further boundaries. Perhaps he feared her resentment upon waking.

Rubbing his head in exasperation, Tyrone conceded, “Alright, Sabrina, you win this round. Eat up, and once your cold's gone, you can leave.”

“why wait for my cold to pass? Why not free me today?" Sabrina pressed.

“Because I worry you'll relapse into a fever. Stay here, let Karen look after you. Hard to believe someone can be so unappreciative to kindness."

Sabrina was speechless.

She had become the object of his twisted care.

“If you mean what you say, then bring me my clothes."

Tyrone returned with thin indoor pajamas, more suited for a heated villa. While they might work indoors, wearing them outside would be freezing.

Accepting the clothing, Sabrina noticed Tyrone's lingering gaze. Her expression turned cold. "Leave."

“I've seen you naked before, you know.”

With a quick look around, Tyrone made his exit.

Quickly dressing, Sabrina's hunger urged her to start eating.

Karen's culinary skills perfectly matched her palate, so she didn't waste any time finishing her meal.

With the tray in hand, she walked into the dining room. Jennie was there, engrossed in her breakfast. Seeing Sabrina, her face beamed with joy, and she bubbled, “Auntie Sabrina!"

"Take your time. I'm not feeling well, so we can't play with you today." After dropping off her dish in the kitchen, Sabrina saw Karen already tidying up.

Setting down the dish, she inquired, “How's your grandson, Karen? Is he getting better?"

“He's much better now. Should be back to his usual self in a few days.”

“That's good to hear." Sabrina started to leave, adding, “Take care,

Karen. I'm heading out.”

“Wait, Mrs. Blakely!" Karen called after her.