Caressing Bun's small head, a sudden burst of inspiration struck Sabrina.

His eyes and his brow line mirrored Tyrone's! No wonder he seemed so familiar!

The Blakely family, spanning from Cesar to Leroy, Larry, and Sergio, was a gene pool of good looks. Their unifying trait? A soft, almost ethereal glow.

Larry, for instance, appeared gentler, reminiscent of the male supporting roles depicted in certain novels.

Tyrone, however, stood apart, with sharp features

She'd come across photos of Elijah, who bore a closer resemblance to Larry.

It seemed Tyrone's intense eyes and brows took after his mother's side.

And Tyrone's mother? She must've been a captivating beauty. To Sabrina, she remained a mystery

Interestingly, even Tyrone himself wasn't familiar with his mother's face.

Rumor had it that Elijah brought Tyrone back home. Neither Cesar nor Leroy had ever met Tyrone's mother, leaving her existence or whereabouts a mystery.

Blay's look was eerily similar to Tyrone‘s.

Though the mediation went smoothly, the suppliers hadn't settled their dues. For now, Trevor still relied on public transport.

At precisely six thirty-three, he alighted from the bus, pacing down the pavement.

It was dark outside and there were few pedestrians on the road.

Out of the blue, frantic cries pierced the air. "Help! Help! Someone, please help!"

His expression grew grim. He Listened intently and discerned that the plea for assistance emanated from the alley up ahead.

He marched toward the entrance of the alley, which appeared utterly dark within.

ALL he could discern were faint figures and a woman's distressed sobs As Trevor dialed the police, he dashed forward, yelling, "Stop!"

Drawing nearer, he spotted three men in casual clothes intimidating a young lady.

The woman's attire was disheveled, and she trembled in fear, huddled against the side as tears streamed down her face.